Electrolicious

This video was shot last year, but it captures what I’ve been doing non-stop for the last two days related to this site:

I think my two favorite profilees this week were one guy who’s a speedcuber (he can solve a Rubik’s cube in 40 seconds) and another guy who makes fiddles in his spare time.

So there I was, reading my gossip RSS feeds in Google Reader. I came across a link I wanted to know more about (Ryan Phillippe has given Reese & Jake his blessing? ZOMG!) and when I right clicked the link to open it in a new tab, Firefox had its own commentary to offer.

Sure, I’ve enjoyed Facebook in the past. But it wasn’t until today, when I was catching up on a gossip session with my best friend from high school, that I TRULY appreciated the stalking power of Facebook. It was so awesome to have an illustrated gossip guide right there in front of us — oh, what’s HE doing, we’d say. And then read, Oh, mmhmm. I seeeee. Best/worst moment: illustrating which hottie had fallen the hardest since high school. The tragedy was almost tangible.

I skipped writing about #7 last week because it was pretty much a few words: flew on a plane, finished Eclipse, came home, unpacked, went to bed. Booooring!

Unplugged night #8 was also pretty mellow…
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Last night’s Salon of Shame was not without its challenges (the theater was being remodeled and there was wet paint everywhere and a marked lack of seating), but it still managed to be an amazing show. And I say that despite the fact that I was sick and watching it all the a drugged haze of TheraFlu.

We started things off with a gift. See, a few months back, the sound guy assigned to make sure our microphone works started playing music between readers. It wasn’t something we’d asked him to do, but his music choices are always hilarious and spot-on and he’s totally become a part of the show! So last night, to thank him for going above and beyond his “anonymous sound guy” duties, we gave him a DJ Jason tshirt, which reads “I’m the selecta of the soundtrack of shame” across the back.

The readings were all fabulous, but the final reader had to be my favorite. Marne pretty much blew the whole place down when she stood up and uttered these words: “I’d like to read my fifth grade book report entitled, Why it’s good and bad to be Anne Frank.” One fine reader took excellent notes.

Next show is May 13th, for those keeping track.

Around Dre’s and my 10 year anniversary a few months ago, I jokingly mentioned that I would write up our top five relationship tips. I never did, and someone just emailed to remind me. Oh yeah.

Ok, so obviously we’re just lucky and stupid and I honestly have no idea how a couple of etards who made out at a New Years rave ended up happily married 10 years later. But here are our theories on how we’ve made it work so far:

Speak the same emotional language
I think this is the biggest. Dre’s and my backgrounds are similar enough that when it comes to talking about feelings, we use the same words and the same communication techniques. My first boyfriend liked yelling to communicate anger, while I was/am a talker, processor and discusser. When we had a disagreement, he would yell while I tried talking and ultimately he just got frustrated and I ended up crying and nothing got resolved.

When Dre and I disagree, we use a common language to express sadness, anger, disappointment, and fear. We use the same techniques (lots of left-coast therapy speak) to express ourselves and resolve disagreements. Our language isn’t any more effective than any one else’s — my “I statements” were useless with my ex-boyfriend because he didn’t understand WTF I was jabbering about — but it’s important that it’s the same language. Maybe you’re both yellers. Maybe you’re both criers. Maybe you’re both fans of the dance-off. Doesn’t matter — you just need to understand each other.
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