A poster project illustrating what women like about their vulvas & vaginas that celebrates the diversity of women’s genitals.
I’m collaborating with Drs. Debby Herbenick and Vanessa Schick on this cool Kickstarter project. It’s almost 75% funded after only a week but every lil bit still helps! Almost everything I’ve been doing lately has involved working with these amazing ladies and their sex-researcher projects and I’ve been lovin’ it.
“: : ERIN TOBEY & FULL SUN ON TOUR : :
THURS, MAY 16 - Chattanooga, TN @ Anarchtica
SUN, MAY 19 - Tampa/St. Pete/Sarasota? HELP!
MON, MAY 20 - De Leon Springs, FL @ Surf 13 Barn
TUES, MAY 21 - Gainesville, FL @ The Backyard
WED, MAY 22 - St. Augustine, FL @ Nobby’s
THURS, MAY 23 - Somewhere in the Carolinas? HELP!
FRI, MAY 24 - Richmond, VA @ The Cat Mansion
SAT, MAY 25 - Philadelphia, PA @ The Mitten”—Write for more info / FB event
Something seems to be slipping away. What is it? I forget. Most days the feeling is persistent: Where is it? What am I looking for? I can’t remember, so I sit on my side of the couch and put the computer on my lap, idly. Maybe if I see what everyone else is doing, I’ll remember what I’m supposed to be doing.
When I’m on the Internet, I’m reading constantly. A couple times a day I’ll read all of an article, but more often than not I’m reading 2 to 20 words at a time. Tiny, bite-sized chunks – little snacks all day. And the words are so small, physically. I realized recently (for the first time since getting an iPhone a few months ago) how much smaller the text is on a device than in a book or magazine. The difference is this thing is small and in your palm so it’s easy to just pull it really close to your face without thinking about it. I think it’s hurting my eyes, but I’ve only gotten a few headaches so far.
WHAT IS IT?
I know what one of the fading things is: my handwriting. I just had to re-write the word “handwriting” because I made an egregious, illegible cursive mistake. The thing I write most is my signature on debit card receipts, which increasingly looks like this:
(I may think mine is bad, but have you seen the handwriting of a high-schooler recently? I hate to generalize, knowing only a handful of teenagers, but their handwriting seems to be much worse.) I’ll inevitably type this up to transmit it [just dotted a “T”], because if it’s not typed, you can’t google the words in it.
CHECK MY EMAIL.
A few weeks ago, I had a paranoid freak-out and deleted all the personal information on my Facebook page – my gender, age, job, marital status, likes, etc. When it came to deleting my family members (Facebook has an area where you can designate who is in your family and what their relationship is to you), I hesitated. Didn’t delete those. Maybe it is because some of these relationships “happen,” in a practical sense, more often on Facebook than in real life. Mostly what went through my mind was, “I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”
I think the purge was inspired around the time when Facebook’s stock went public [just misspelled “when”]. There was a quote circulating at that time that said something to the effect of, “Facebook is not a service. It does not seek to benefit you, it only seeks to sell you. You are the only product Facebook has ever had.” That resonated with me, but a variety of justifications prevented me from deleting my account altogether. What about the Arab Spring and Occupy Wall Street movements? Weren’t those enabled by the presence of social networks? And I’ve read a lot of interesting articles shared by my friends educating me about the world and its discontents [just misspelled “about” and “misspelled”]. I’ve been able to stay in the lives of people I rarely see who mean a lot to me and keep up with their doings. As a musician, I also have booked shows, entire tours, since increasingly I don’t have people’s email addresses or phone numbers.
I forgot to post this old news on here: a song that Busman’s Holiday and I recorded together is on this newest episode of Radiolab. It’s “Mr. Blue” by The Fleetwoods to close out the hour, and a notch on my very short “Things That May Make Me Appear Successful” belt.
I get it: the Internet! I got a Twitter account, an iPhone, an Instagram thing. I see now how everybody like posts to one of these and then it shows up everywhere. Now I will use these things and in doing so somehow use the internet less often and more efficiently. Also, I updated my website to include my more recent work.
Spring happenings: new job as art program coordinator at Rhino’s Youth Center (“teaching” screen printing and general artistic & human values to teens). Writing music with Fat Shadow for the new season of THE FRIDAY ZONE, a kids’ show on the Bloomington local PBS station. Helping coordinate a group art show during Plan-It-X Fest. Finished recording a new album with Vollmar.
Clean yr house, eat a salad, put in some seeds, it’s SPRRIIIING.
Some of my work will be shipped down to Gainesville in a few weeks for The Fest 10 Art Show. I’m honored to be appearing alongside friends like Nate Powell, Adee Roberson, Megan March, Sean Mahan and other visionaries.