Dear HONY,

So Humans of New York (HONY) doesn’t require an introduction, but in case you haven’t heard of it, here’s the project’s site.

So with that accomplished, here is my note to its creator.

 

Dear HONY,

It’s natural for people to see your photos and wonder what they would say if they ran into you. Sometimes people express this thought in comments under your photos, and I’ve even seen one piece of yours where the subject’s quote was about his fear of having nothing interesting to say if he were ever interviewed by you.

So HONY, I am writing to you as someone who enjoys writing as much as I enjoy getting personal. I just want to say that I appreciate what you do, because there is an unseen part of your work that is just as important as these people, their quotes, and your portraits. That is, you know how to reach people on a personal level, and with your language, you know how to ask the right questions to prompt their responses.

You are incredible, your fame is well-deserved. Thank you for your work.

love, Caprice Cake

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Freedom

I actually had a pretty free Fourth of July.

I got up a 5 A.M. For once, it wasn’t hard; I’d been glad to escape my terrible nightmares involving hiding in dirt-holes from rouge robotic-cops. (Usually my dreams are mundane and pretty clearly linked to whatever I did that day, so I don’t know where that one came from.)

I had to get up early to travel home, which would take about three hours. I wanted to get there in the morning to avoid traffic from the nearby city. So, even though waking up sucks, I had the pleasure of driving east into the rising sun.

I live in Pennsylvania, AKA the greatest state ever, and driving through misty mountains at sunrise is exhilarating. Heedless to the fact that it was 6 AM, I was having a solo party in my little Ford Focus, rocking out to my favorite songs and drinking the views ’til I drowned in ’em!

I mean, I was driving, too, but I was also multi-tasking and doing all of this much more interesting stuff at the same time.

It occurred to me that I am a twenty-year-old American woman, and I am very free. I have my own car and I can drive it to wherever I want to go. (Mostly because I’ve never felt inclined to go to off-limits places, anyway– places like Area 51 and Centralia.) I don’t have much money, but I have enough that I can spontaneously drive three hours away to spend an explosive American holiday with my old high school friends.

There’s a lot of bad things behind why I have all this privilege and freedom and I think it’s also true that I’m not as free as my country’s leaders would like me to believe. But since it was a holiday, I temporarily let myself forget those negative things and enjoyed myself: me, being loud in a car pushing 70 on the highway in the Creamsicle light of the rising sun.

FREEDOM. (ha.)

Also, take this kind of kitschy but still awesome tune by Foxy Shazam to get your daily dose of Uh-Merica. Oops, that is a Regina Spektor reference… :)

The dashboard melted, but we still had the radio!

Modest Mouse is a rock band from Washington state. They’re not quite one of my favorite bands, but they come pretty damn close.

Everyone’s musical taste has a story. Here is a timeline of my relationship with Modest Mouse.

December

  • Find “Good News for People Who Love Bad News” on ultra-clearance at the mall. Purchase with Christmas money.
  • Hoot and holler while jamming to “Float On” in my car.
  • Listen to “Ocean Breathes Salty” three times in a row. Feel exhilarated. Marvel at this song’s perfection.

January

  • Hang out with an old friend. Find out he loves Modest Mouse.
  • Jam with friend.
  • (even though the friend is a real MM fan and likes the songs that I don’t like too much)

February

  • Tell cynical college student that I like Modest Mouse.
  • Get told by said cynic, “You’re not angry enough to like Modest Mouse.”
  • (what does that even mean)

March… was like that period in a relationship where everything is smooth and nothing much happens.

April

  • Fall in love with a cool guy who also happens to dig MM.
  • Dance to “Sleepwalking” and “Dashboard” in his room.

May

  • Begin the lonely part of my summer.
  • Be consoled by listening to music. INCLUDING MM.

June

  • Lots of driving for summer travels. Modest Mouse CD comes everywhere with me.
  • (so i don’t have an iPod in my car, get over it)

July

  • Start hangin’ out with a summer coworker.
  • Bam, Modest Mouse comes on in his car.
  • DING DING DING this friendship is clearly destiny

So.
There you have it. How Modest Mouse came into my life.

I’ve encountered many jams, as well as a few cringes when their songs get a little weird. More than that, the last three people I’ve really clicked with have all been MM fans. I guess a kickass rock band doesn’t have to be one of your favorites to be the soundtrack of a piece of our life.

 

ps- Three outta four of the songs I linked here have official music videos. I’ve never seen them until I linked to them here; I’m impressed! They’re great! Creative, without trying to be deep. I bed Isaac Brock had a lot of fun starring in them all. :)

I have to be personal.

What I consider to be my best works of poetry are far too personal for me to share with those I know, even acquaintances, or online under a known penname. Since I love writing and am so eager to share what I’ve got, I’ve considered taking my feelings and maybe displacing them, changing them, putting them into new characters or unrecognizable backdrops… Making stories that are just inspired by the things I feel and observe first-hand.

 

But I can’t do that.

When I take something real and fictionalize it, I don’t feel as close to it. It becomes less personal. And once that happens, it’s less important to me. I lose interest in sharing it.