Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.

Addicted to Twitter: Pt. 1 – Why Tweet?

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Twitter is a micro-blogging platform brought to you by the evil geniuses behind original-flavor Blogger: Evan Williams, Biz Stone, and Jack Dorsey.

The concept is simple and has been beaten to death by the media all this month: answer the question “What are you doing?” in 140 characters or less, and follow the updates of other people you’re interested in.

To claim that as the definition of Twitter is akin to defining America as a democratic union of states. You leave out all the fun bits of the story.

The most immediate analog to Twitter is the Facebook status box, and many people who use both networks elect to sync their Twitter to Facebook, doubly updating their status with regularity. I had arrived by day two:

is apparently writing an Elliott Smith hip hop tribute song? I don’t know. It’s really confusing.

As the week pressed on I continued to follow people – friends, friends of friends, media figures. The more I followed, the more I began to understand – Twitter is an ongoing, multi-part, real-time conversation – and I could jump in with a response at any time.

After feeling things out with friends, I wrote a message @jacobtwop and he @krisis back at me! I posed a question @AmandaPalmer and she replied, as did Neil Gaiman to another @query.

Week one ended with me completely sold on the power of Twitter to connect famous and infamous folks to their fans. But did it really matter what I was tweeting about myself?

Check back for the next installment, in which my idle interest starts to become a habit. And, while you wait, follow me on Twitter.

Addicted to Twitter: Intro

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They say you can make or break a habit in just 21 days. If that’s true, today is the official confirmation of my Twitter addiction.

I had no plans of getting into Twitter when I made my first regular post on April 6. I was merely checking out the network for a project at work. Yet here we are three weeks later and I’m hooked.

Those three weeks happened to overlap with Twitter hijacking the news cycle, from Ashton’s joust with CNN to outrage about overhyped swine flu. Suddenly everyone was on Twitter … Oprah! My mother!

As with any phenomenon, the hype obscures the hit. My next few blogs offer a personal peek at my 21-days of forming a new habit. If I can get addicted, you can too. Start by following me.

The Life, It Is Good

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Last week I spent an evening writing about Tori Amos (which will surface here next week). In doing background research I came across the following quote:

A lot of people think darkness is making somebody emotionally defecate on themselves. That’s baby demon stuff. … These baby demons can be wonderful in some ways. Wonderful in some ways, highly conscious in some ways, but until they’ve done their work on their shadow, they are more concerned with the power of seduction and the control over another Being than anything else.” (Lucifer, per Tori, Piece by Piece)

I’ve been conscious of that lately – about the difference between having a negative opinion and trying to make someone doubt themselves. I’m a critic by nature, but I don’t want to be that baby demon. I don’t need anyone to feel bad to make me feel better. I’d rather give light than emanate darkness – especially not impotent baby-demon darkness.

Think about it that way – that everything you do either provides lightness or darkness. Every encounter – writing a record review; bumping into someone on the bus; being disappointed by a family member – in each instant you have a binary choice to make. Will you try to shed some light on the situation? Or, make it blacker – make it pejorative and hateful?

We all know that I don’t like warm weather, but I have to say that I appreciated our high-degree days this weekend. I sweat out all the toxicity I was fostering. The sky sucked it out of me like venom from a snake bite, and it oozed off me like tar.

I feel like I’m back.

Lambert Crosses the Gay Rubicon?

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A strongly-worded NYT Style Article about my American Idol obsession Adam Lambert, whose “is he or isn’t he” gay controversy is DOA.

Interesting, though, that the article is ostensibly about the recent Neil Patrick Harris effect – wherein “He crossed the Rubicon. He did the ‘sudden death’ play. Supposedly you come out and your career is over. He came out and his career is in better shape than it ever was” – and yet carries a sidebar pairing Lambert with Bowie, Liberace, and Prince – two flamboyant straight men who managed to plausibly deny any actual homosexual tendencies and a gay man in deep denial who was finally outed by his own lifestyle.

Essentially, NPH is the only example to date of the mythological Rubicon-crossing that Lambert is currently forging through.

And, not every hot, talented, triple-threat gay guy was Doogie Howser.

(from my stalkee J. Clifton on Twitter, who may have just hinted at having a farcical virtual Tori Amos listening party with me next month, the mere thought of which slays me. Oh, the list of bloggers in this country I could get into trouble with (Jett, I am looking at you).)

Lefsetz publishes Amanda Palmer, lashes the Billboard Top 100

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I am suddenly a fan of savvy music blog Lefsetz Letter, who provided me with the link that inspired my previous post.

I found him via Amanda (fucking) Palmer, who sent him an email about the power of twitter and why she wants to get dropped from her label – the intersection of which is that she had to explain Twitter to the VP of Media at her OZ label, who dished it, and she proceeded to put together a TwitMob event in under 24 hours.

Between this and not liking her video because she looked “fat” RoadRunner records are looking like total asses. No wonder she wrote this charming song about them, to the tune of “Moon River.” Stick with it ’til the end, it’s hilarious.

Meanwhile, back @ Lefsetz, he apparently does a weekly analysis of debuts and big climbs and drops on the Billboard 100 album chart. This week he was pretty harsh, laying out the reasons why a dozen albums aren’t going to make back their production costs, let alone go platinum.

The one he singles out for praise? Lady Gaga. Not because she is fucking ubiquitous in dance clubs (I know this because I just went to one, so there), but because she has gangbusters viral marketing and can sit alone on a stage and do this. Which, honestly, so can I. This one is a bit better.

So, basically, if Amanda would produce a matching album of bangin’ club versions of all of her songs she would rule the charts.

And, scene.

(ps: check out a bonus Amanda interview I was kindly asked to blog a few months ago and got lost in the honeymoon morass.)