I posted a video to Instagram of a boat coming into shore in our little lagoon where I live in Miami, in February. Someone sent me a message telling me that it’s 17 degrees where they are and that I was being cruel and teasing them. He was kidding about the cruel part, but it made me think. When I post things I’m sort of thinking of my own little world. I told him I’m in my own little bubble and not realizing there are others our there seeing the images or even reading this blog post.
I know people from all over the world read me. Once I was stopped walking down the street and a guy asked me, “Are you Tom Falco?” When I told him I was, he introduced himself and said he was a reader and follower of mine from Liechtenstein! That’s a country near Switzerland!
When I’m in New York City, which is often, I don’t think about home. I took photos of the snow this past November and posted photos on social media, but I never though, “Hmm, what is the weather back home in Miami as I am here in the snow in New York?” Am I the only one who does or doesn’t do this? Is it selfish to just be in our own little bubbles?
On the other hand, I have the weather on my phone from different cities I like and I look at that often, I wonder what the weather is like today in Albuquerque for instance, but if I’m out in the snow in New York or on a boat in Miami, I’m not thinking of Albuquerque at the moment.
I guess we are living in an Instagram world, which is a selfish bubble world.
In 1896, Alice Austen traveled around New York City taking photos of everything. Most images were of people working – police, city employees, mailmen, etc.
These were the people who made the city run daily. This is a photo of a bicycle messenger and there are photos of various other workers like a shoe-string peddler and a sponge peddler and a knife sharpener. Could you make a living doing these tings? Remember the scotch tape store that was a recurring skit on Saturday Night Live? It was a store in the mall that just sold scotch tape. That’s it.
The cost of living is so high these days that it makes you wonder how people survived by selling shoe-lace strings. But when most things cost a nickle or less (like wasn’t a newspaper a penny or two?) I guess it was possible.
Alice’s photos were donated to the Library of Congress. There are many shown here at Mashable. Check them out, they are really enjoyable to see.
I used to will things, you know, manifest, but not on purpose, I did this way before “The Secret” came out, I would just say or think something and it would happen. Often, not every time.
I also used to have a very good ESP. And this weekend I had a really good one. What I mean is that I was at Starbucks and as the girl was making my drink I noticed my friend Hank sitting outside. He hadn’t come in, he was just sitting at a table. I was thinking to myself, “Oh, there’s Hank, I have to stop by and say hello.”
As I am thinking this, the girl is putting my drink down and she calls out, “Hank?” And knowing that was my coffee, I asked, “Hank?” And she said, “Oh sorry, I mean’t Tom.”
How about that? She read my mind.
In the past more than once at a drive-thru place like Wendy’s or KFC or something I’ve looked at the menu from my car and thought that I would love to have something but changed the order when I got to the window. And when I got the order, it was the original thing I had thought of but never ordered. This has happened maybe four or five times over the years. Interesting, no?
The New York Post has two of the best headlines this week.
Today’s paper is about Jeff Bezos being blackmailed by David Pecker.
If you haven’t seen the news, Bezos, owner of Amazon and the Washington Post is being blackmailed by David Pecker, publisher of the National Enquirer. Pecker is threatening to expose Bezo’s pecker, literally, he has naked pictures of him. Story here.
Yesterday’s cover is a play on the slogan, “Virginia is for Lovers.” The top guys in the state are all in some sort of trouble for either donning black face in their youth or sexual harassment. Story here.
These headlines are right up there with the NY Post’s 1983 headline: “Headless Body Found in Topless Bar.”
Sometimes people are their own worst enemies when it comes to promoting their business, especially cartoonists. The interesting thing is that you don’t have to do much in the way of promotion sometimes.
What I mean is I saw a comic strip I liked. The cartoonist posted it as a comment on another cartoonists post on Facebook, asking if the format was a good one or should he changed the strip to another format. I loved the strip he posted, it was funny and I loved the drawing style, so I promptly went to that cartoonist’s Facebook page since the comic strip didn’t have any URL to follow the strip. At the cartoonist’s Facebook page, which was private, there was no way to follow – mistake number one – always have a “follow” button next to the “Add friend” button.
With the follow button, it allows people to follow your public posts and you can keep all of your private posts private. Whenever he posts his comic strip on his Facebook page, it should be public so that everyone can see it.
Mistake number two – there was nothing in the “About” section, the second place I would go to find a link to the comic strip. Nothing.
I’ll post a link to the strip if I ever find it online, but this guy is making it a chore when it should be so easy to follow him and his work.
I saw this Peanuts comic strip over the weekend and I wish I had seen it and copied it a few months back. You see I approached the head of one of the syndicates, the top guy, and I asked him to look at my work. I felt that it was not getting seen because they would reject my stuff so fast, you know, not even having time to look at it.
His response was, “I’ll be glad to look at your work, but I know you’re looking for compliments and that’s not what I’ll do.”
I was sort of dumbstruck and I would have sent this comic strip in response if I had known about it at the time. I was sending him my work for publication, not to get accolades.
Needless to say, he didn’t like my work, he put it down in not so many words and that was that. That’s the day I gave up on syndicates and decided to just go it alone.
I know it’s been a long time coming, but I will be publishing my Tomversation comic strip/panel soon.
This is Christmas shopping at Herald Square in 1930. Love this photos, as it shows the New York Herald building at the upper right and at left is Macy’s.