Setting up the settings

Saturday, January 9, 2021

Lenny would have liked H.E.R. I spent the morning scanning slides to the H.E.R. Volume 1, on vinyl of course. Got to my bare minimum of 60 digitized slides before placing a few more of Lenny’s photos into protective sleeves.

The metal slide storage case arrived in the afternoon but I was tired and preoccupied with parenting by that time so it found a temporary home on the kitchen counter…overnight (a true indication of the extent to which parenting prevailed - cause I’m a slight neat freak).

Oh and I finally did it. I know my B Tech (Brooklyn Technical High School) crew is like, what?!!! But I did it: I joined Twitter. And I am already regretting it. Read on (if you dare) to find out exactly why. Actually, I did have a Twitter account for a couple of weeks but only because the principal at my last job required all of the staff to “get on Twitter.” I went through the process and that was that. I never clicked on anything and eventually, I just forgot about it altogether. I don’t even know if I have a password. I know I can only access it through my work email, which I no longer possess.

Anyway, I set up this personal account because I have not heard from Samuel Claiborne. I figure most of the world is on Twitter and that if he is an active user, I could get a response right away. OG told me that there is some way to send a direct message versus post some piece of “news”, as most folks do. I dunno. When I was teaching in Newark, if it got brought up in class why everyone is so preoccupied with “tweetering.” Some kids would giggle and others gave me a particular eye roll that stated, quite clearly, “you’re so sad.”

I tried to work up the nerve to find Samuel Claiborne and but ended up stalling. As I was getting ready for bed later on, I got my first Tweet. And would you believe it was an ad for soft porn??! I was so taken aback by the words as well as the image. Imagine if I was a minor who had just signed up. How did this person (?) find me. As OG sauntered into the room, I blurted out what had happened and he informed me a sleepy and casual way that I had not set up the privacy and safety settings.

Right.

Good night, folks. I just can’t.