Jill "xtingu" Knapp
Traveling musician. Singer. Road warrior in bursts. Dork. Easy to spot. Gauche eyeshadow fan. Unreasonably happy.
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Dear Lazyweb... 8/3 '16
Gmail now has Exchange integration.
Not that this matters directly to my life, but it got me thinkin':
I use GMail for my personal email and my Hot Breakfast email. My Hot Breakfast email is provided by GoDaddy, but instead of reading it separately via GoDaddy's webmail, I just pull it into GMail and have it labeled "Hot Breakfast!" so I can see it easier and also filter for it.
My work (knapp-it.com) email is also hosted by GoDaddy, but the only way I read my KnappIT email is either by firing up a browser and using GoDaddy's interface, or by using a totally separate email app (K-9 Mail) on my phone. KnappIT and Gmail never touch.
But now I'm wondering if I should re-examine that.
So... people who have both a personal email address and a work email address... what are some pros and cons to keeping them separate, or reading them all through Gmail?
One pro I can see is that Gmail lets me use a rich text editor on my phone that would come in handy for work-- right now if I need rich text for work I have to be sitting at a PC. But a con would be that I wouldn't be able to easily say "I will not be at work after hours" if I have work emails coming into gmail after my US business hours. (I have lots of overseas students who use my videos. I don't always want to answer them at 9:30PM.)
Thoughts?
Hope that helps.
Love you!
I have shit for discipline, especially when it comes to helping people... and especially especially when it comes to overseas students who want to give me money overnight if I'd just send them an invoice (which I do not want to do at 10:30pm).
Blegh.
In Gmail's labeling/filtering capabilities, there is an option to bypass the Inbox during labeling. If you did this, then you would have your work emails within Gmail but not visible without clicking on the "Work Email" label, and hopefully avoiding the urge to work during off hours.
Let me know if I'm not being clear here. It is early, I haven't had any coffee yet, and my eyes are still half shut with sleep. :)
I used OWA's settings to forward both a text to my phone and a copy of the email to my Gmail for Really Important Folks at the office.
It's a bit overkill for many folks, but I like knowing that there's no chance Ill miss that important message from Da Boss.
Dear OPW Lazyweb 5/4 '16
I have the feeling some folks have deemed me a friend (which I think is the same thing as following me) in OPW but haven't given me keys, which means I still can't read their locked posts.
Do I have that right?
Thxbye.
This is good because now I can see exactly what the deal was. I went to your profile, and saw that I follow you, and two buttons were fully-colored for different filters (I only have 3) but "Friends" was grayed out. So that shows me the actual answer to your questions, which is yes, Person A can follow Person B, and give Person B keys to filters 1, 2 and 3, then follow Person C and give them a key to filter 1 and 3 but not 2, and so on.
So, in my case, you could read some but not all of my posts, but I changed it.
Following someone, or "following someone back," gives them... exactly jack shit.
The only way anybody gets to see a locked post is if you give them the corresponding key.
And "friend" ain't nothin' but a key that exists to start with, as a convenience.
However, in an attempt to cut down on the confusion (and the radio silence and sadness) that all this awesome privacy might otherwise generate, when you follow someone, you are asked if you also want to give them some keys.
However, if someone follows *you*, there's less "glue" to help you through the interaction. You do get a notification. But you don't get a special prompt to consider following them back or giving them any keys.
That is something I should think about changing, because all this privacy is only helpful if it fosters rather than killing conversation in a reasonably frictionless manner.
However I would never change it so that you *automatically* follow them back or given them any keys, because that would not be the safe space I promised.
Does that make sense? This is that rare moment where I get to hear how someone is honestly reacting to the system we built.
I think my confusion (and perhaps that of others?) is that we all still have LJ on the brain, so when we see the word "friend" we think of it in LJ terms and not so much in OPW terms.
Is there an OPW Announcements account that everyone sees? If so, it might be a good idea to post a refresher for folks, because I'm sure I can't be the only one who has made this mistake.
Homey Awards! 3/5 '16
Tonight was the 10th Annual WSTW Homey Awards ceremony at World Cafe Live in Wilmington. We jokingly call it the Music Prom because everyone from the Delaware, Philly, South Jersey and Baltimore original music scenes get together and get dressed up and celebrate the cool shit we all did this year. Yeah, there are awards, but even if you don't win, it's still a really cool, warm, celebration. (Trust us. There've been years we didn't win. It was still great.)
This year we were nominated for 7(!!) categories and took home three(!!) awards, which is blowing my mind. We won:
- Best Live Act (we also won that last year-- holy crap!)
- Best Collaboration with Jake and the Stiffs for our punky punky song "New York Drama." (We also won that last year with our EDM parody song with Todd Chappelle called "This is Our Hit Song")
- And I won Best Lead Singer, also for the second time, but it'd been two years since I won that. I am reeeeeling. (I'll post photos and links to songs later... but if you wanna see photos, the event hashtag on Instagram and Twitter, which barely anyone used, but enough that you'll get the idea) was " #Homeys10 "
There was a funny running gag throughout the night-- when we were announced for our first award, Joe Trainor jumped up on stage to accept the award for us saying, "Hot Breakfast is sorry they couldn't be here tonight so I'm just gonna..." and then we dragged him off the stage. So for the rest of the night, anytime we were called to the stage (even to present awards or to play), either someone else would stand in for one of us and the other would say, "Jill's sorry she couldn't attend" or "Matt wishes he could be here, but..." or something along those lines. It was good and silly. I love our people very much.
Anyway, we were also nominated for Song of the Year for "Kids Today," which we were fine not winning, so much so that even I voted for the band who won it (Wave Radio, for their song "Unbreakable") instead of voting for my own song. But because we were nominated for Song of the Year, we had to play it live (rules is rules). It was fun to play for our peers. Later on, one of our favorite bands (Glim Dropper) were playing the closing set of the night and asked us to jump in on three Bowie tunes: "Star," Hang On To Yourself," and "Ziggy Stardust." Glim Dropper uses in-ear monitors, so the sound guy forgot to give me and Matt (and Kevin Niemi who also joined in bass) any monitors until the middle of the second song. (If you attended our CD release show, Glim Dropper was the band who backed us up. We LOVE them, and they are honestly probably the best musicians I know, period, hands down.)
Anyway, I wanna tell you more about it, but Matt's folks are gonna be at our house in less than 7 hours because this weekend is our "we don't buy each other Christmas gifts and instead pool our money and spend a nice weekend in NYC seeing a play, an opera, and eating some good food" weekend. We're taking the train up, so we're on a schedule.
See you on the flip side!
ps: oh! My iron infusion went well. I was achy when I got home (normal) so I slept for the rest of the day/night, and woke up today still craving ginger (so my pica wasn't completely eradicated yet) but hour by hour I'm feeling better and have more color. After next week's infusion I'll be rockin' extra hard at 110%. Yay!
OK, bed.
Happiness!
(x-posted to xtingu.livejournal.com)
Tomorrow shall be my dancing day 3/2 '16
Holy crap, I might actually be able to catch my breath for a change.
I bought a light so I can take a photo of my transparent skin and then document the changes as the iron takes effect. It's interesting that I have two shades of foundation: anemia shade and ironed-up shade.
OK, back to sleep.
(x-posted to xtingu.livejournal.com)
This is why you speak up 8/31 '15
Instead of replying to me, she copied me on an email asking my (idiot) editor for approval. Said editor included me on her one-word reply that said "Approved." So yeah, now I'll have a nice chunk of change coming my way.
Why do we have contracts and automated systems if I still need to manually babysit someone else's process?
The Famous Polka 8/29 '15
I played it for Matt since he hadn't heard it before, as it lives on TMBG's lesser-known "Miscellaneous T" 1991 album, which is a fab compilation of B-sides and leftovers. Listening to the song didn't remove the earworm. *shrug*
In other news, I was in East Peoria, Illinois this entire week and it felt good to work. I was a touch rusty because I've barely worked this summer. It can be nice to have your summers off, like a kid. But it sucks balls to have no income.
Things seem to be picking up for the autumn, but not at the velocity I'd like. My publisher owes me a substantial wad of cash. I hope they send it soon. I emailed them a polite "When should I expect this check?" today, but got an out-of-office auto-response back: Vanessa took the afternoon off.
Vanessa.
OK, that's all I got for here. Got lots of stuff to do. Joe Trainor's bachelor party is Sunday, and as Best Man, I've got tasks to check off now that I'm finally home.
Your pal,
Jill
Free show tonight at Bellefonte Cafe, plus dodging the bullet 8/22 '15
(I should mention that we play for tips, though. So "free show" is relative.)
In other news, this morning I was cruising Instagram as I do in the morning, and saw a photo of many friends at a girlie event last night at a casino. My gut reaction was "Wow. Gee. Thanks for the invite." But not 8 seconds later my butt-hurt turned to relief, because I wouldn't have wanted to go. I like the people just fine, but it looked like a drinky kind of night, and I absolutely would have been deemed the designated driver, and I reeeeeaaaaallllly, rreeeeaaaallly dislike drunk people.
Drunk people used to be fun on those occasions when I'd also drink. But I'm not interested in drinking anymore, and babysitting and/or pretending to enjoy the company of drunk people is not something I'm willing to spend time pretending I like. Life is short, and I don't wanna spend it doing stuff I don't wanna do.
Plus, the casino is super-smoky despite the place's mega-ventilation... and one thing I hate more than drunk loud people is smelling like smoke.
Last night was my last night home with Matt before I jet off for 5 days, and the only place I wanted to be is with him.
Does this make me a party-pooper? Sure. And maybe that's why I didn't get invited. Or maybe the invitations only happened via Facebook, and that's the price I pay for steering clear of that site (see sentence re: life being too short to spend time doing things I don't like doing). Or maybe the event was coordinated by someone on whose radar I do not appear. Whatever. The reason is moot, because even if I was invited, I either would have politely declined, or I would have attended and spent the night in uncomfortable shoes feeling socially awkward, spending money I don't have at a place I don't like with people I'd rather spend time with when we can actually talk.
I can see why this circle of friends "jokingly" calls me "The Anti-Fun."
Anyway, I'm really not butt-hurt. I'm genuinely relieved I didn't have to go. Everyone won. Yay!
Anyway, I'm just playin'... I know you're talking about my vocal cords. (I don't have too many pet peeves, but I have a totally irrational "Gaaaargh!" when people mix up "cords" and "chords." Everyone does it. It's in print everywhere; like in reputable publications. Billy Joel even made the mistake on <i>The Nylon Curtain</i>'s liner notes for the song "Laura.") This either means that people rely too heavily on spell check, or it's actually a non-error as our language naturally evolves. It also probably means I should get this giant pole out of my ass. :)
ANYHOO, thank you, very sincerely, for asking. (I mean it.) I'd say the month of 78% vocal rest did its job. Matt was a sweetheart and prepared over an hour of his solo material in the event I couldn't sing and he had to take over.<sup>1</sup> I really didn't know what to expect. I sang the first song, and my voice felt... different. I wasn't sure if it was just dusting the cobwebs off, or if it was a warning that things were about to get bad. But after that first song (which went well), I felt absolutely wonderful... possibly better than I've felt in a very long time. I sang the whole two-hour set, and I chose not to take a break because I didn't want to lose the momentum and energy we (us + the audience) had going. There is really something special about playing at Bellefonte. It's not big, it's not a huge moneymaker, but you can really connect with an audience... and that's really why we make music, isn't it?
I was excited that we got to play more covers than we normally do, and a few of our softer tunes, too. After the show, the head of the Hot Breakfast! Fan Club (yes, really) wrote me a long email thanking us for playing what we played, and he reassured me that I sounded really good. He's very sweet, somewhat Asbergersy, so I value and trust his opinion because I know he understands our sound and my voice in a really cool, special way.
I may turn this comment into its own OPW post at some point.
Thank you for letting me clog up your page with my teasing you, and with my navel-gazey blather.
Love from Peoria,
Jill-o
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<sup>1</sup> People sometimes forget that Matt has three solo albums out that predate Hot Breakfast!. They're wonderful. (I especially recommend his later two albums "All This Life" and "Songs For The Earthbound."</small>
Bugs, bats, and burning 8/20 '15
I was sad up until yesterday when I read that the atypically high amounts of rain has made for a bug-tastic breeding ground, and they're currently inundated with huuuuuge swarms of green stinkbugs, beetles, and now bats.
The photos are staggering.
I always loved Burning Man because the desert is a blank canvas with nothing there except what people bring. No animals, no bugs, just dusty people and the stuff we need to live (art included).
It's hard enough keeping dust out of your trailer. I don't wanna have to worry about swarms of stinkbugs and some other bugs that bite and leave welts. This will not end well.
Read about it here... though you have to scroll a bit. (They didn't mention bats in this article, but I read it in another one.)
http://blog.burningman.com/2015/08/building-brc/a-second-generation-and-yeah-those-bugs/
(Linds, they're not even on you)
UGH ACK OH GOD NO PLEASE NO BUGS ALLOWED ATCHA MATCHA KATCHA AAAGGGHHH
Officially too much of a wuss for Burning Man.
Best Day Ever 5/26 '15
Yesterday is going to be one of those days I remember when I am old as one of those perfect family days where everyone was happy and silly and playful and we made my stoic dad get choked up a few times as we celebrated his 75th birthday and Mom wasn't hurting and we all ate perfect steaks that Matt brought and Dell was feeling good and not a single jab was thrown (but not because we were trying to be on good behavior, but because it never occurred to anyone to say something cruddy) and the weather was perfect and we played catch outside (or watched people play catch outside) until we all came inside and the kids were all at that age where they were up for anything and nothing was too dorky to do. We flung Snapple caps, we talked about important things and not-important things and hugged a lot. I wish I was back up there right now.
I never want to forget yesterday.
(x-posted to xtingu.livejournal.com)
xoxo