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SPOM: Guess we're all up!

From: Phoebe Harris Elefante
Subject: Fwd: Twitter!
Date: April 30, 2011 9:18:08 AM EDT
To: Catherine Satterlee , Nicholas Elefante


Begin forwarded message:

From: Phoebe Harris Elefante
Date: April 30, 2011 9:17:22 AM EDT
To: Nicholas Elefante
Subject: Re: Twitter!

omg i am posting this to my log

i love you both so much sometimes it makes me snarf

Phoebe Harris Elefante
mobile: 917 --- ----

On Apr 30, 2011, at 9:02 AM, Nicholas Elefante wrote:

omg you are cute! yes, of course, I'm ElefantEar10

On Sat, Apr 30, 2011 at 8:39 AM, Phoebe Harris Elefante wrote:

omg you are cute! yes, of course. i'm harrishax

On Apr 30, 2011, at 7:58 AM, Catherine Satterlee wrote:

Hello my darlings,
I just signed up to Twitter. Can I follow you?

catherine satterlee portfolio


Gigi, you're not at all that funny awkward little girl're the who helped instigate an Egyptian revolution.

[Sometimes it hurts for US to hear the truth about ourselves...but it's the pain of growth.]


Bill Burr is NSFW but hilarious

Somehow, NTE and me are on the same page, even when he's in Ukraine and I'm in NYC.

This week, on different sides of the planet, we watched everything Bill Burr ever did (that someone pirated and put on youtube, anyway).

All I can say is: Thanks for saying this stuff out loud, Bill. You're a jerk, but you're real about it. And I appreciate your honesty.

Apparently, every Sunday Bill wanders around his house rambling whatever comes into his belligerent but brilliant mind and records it on a podcast for posterity. He uses as many curse-words as other vocabulary, but it's hilarious. He calls this the "Monday Morning Podcast" - it's on itunes.

Can we get this guy on SiriusXM?! He needs a live call-in show, stat.

[An oldie, but a brief goodie]

Practical Politics

From a foreigner, but probably more realistic because of that:

(btw, I fraking hate receiving chain letters via email. I never pass them on via here's my virtual forward.)

Congressional Reform Act of 2011

1. Term Limits. 12 years only, one of the possible options below..

A. Two Six-year Senate terms
B. Six Two-year House terms
C. One Six-year Senate term and three Two-Year House terms

2. No Tenure / No Pension.

A Congressman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay (retirement or otherwise) when they are out of office.

3. Congress (past, present & future) participates in Social Security. All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people.

4. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.

5. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.

6. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.

7. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.

8. All contracts with past and present Congressmen are void effective 1/1/11. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen. Congressmen made all these contracts for themselves.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work.

Sounds pretty practical to me. In fact...this *isn't* the case?!



Today I deactivated my facebook account, and I feel like my life became instantly more real, more tangible.

Just afterwards, I culled my phone's contact list... It is liberating.

I did, however, have a moment of "Oh no! What if I can't get in touch with...?" or "What if someone can't find me?"

And then I realized that the answer to those questions doesn't matter.

The universe brings you into contact with so many people. So few of them turn out to be meaningful or significant. And those that do...well, facebook isn't the medium for those connections.

Just the other day I was talking to my BFAM, discussing the relative merits of the intensity of my personal relationships with people. (The short version is: I demand a lot, and I want to be demanded of A LOT more.) And even though I know that in the eyes of many others, my quotidian operating level requires too much energy/honesty/presence, the truth is that I don't even want to scale it back! Even though I feel lonely a lot, and even though I sometimes wish I was able to have lower-level interactions, I'd only be cheating myself if I did.

The people that care about me will find a way to be in touch - whether that's for personal or professional reasons. And the people that I care about...well, you know who you are, because I ACT LIKE I CARE!

Here's to restoring the real meaning of "friend"!


R Les: Glorious

Dear Web Log,

You may have noticed some distance growing between us...and I've been loathe to admit it, but I've found someone else.

It's ask so much! Too much! Formatting, complete sentences, correct spelling...I just don't have the time for that right now.

It's not that I don't appreciate you. I do. And I don't intend to lose you...

But you should know: I am very much in love with Twitter, and things have been getting pretty serious between us. It's up to, like, 6 or 8 tweets a day, and that doesn't even include replies to @Mentions, or retweets.

I know, I know. I've known Twitter a long time, and compared to you, there was no spark. Nothing to compel me to share my thoughts in a mere 140 characters. But now, well, something's changed.

Partly it was the sickening frequency of other people's Facebook postings about breakups and weddings and new babies, so it really had nothing to do with you. But then I started following a few Tweeps, and the content of their thoughts became so much sexier than anything they could ever post about their personal relationships on Facebook...

I'm rambling.

I don't want to break up, I just want to slow things down a bit with you. I will always love you, but I'd be lying to myself and to you if I didn't explore this thing with Twitter. I've got to see where it goes.

In the end, you know you're the one I'll come crying to when Twitter breaks my heart. You've always been there for me, and I hope that - despite this - you still will be. I need you in my life, but I need Twitter, too.

Hope you understand.


In the past...