of that which is an alter

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i have been on Postcard for a long freaking time. before 9/11. i think maybe even before i worked at the job i have now. like i said a long freaking time.

the mailing list has had its ups and downs. pre-gmail it was much harder to read, of course, without threaded conversations. you had to read individual emails or subscribe via digest. and traffic could be really heavy. sometimes 700 emails a day. and i think about 1,500 people (or more) subscribed.

but despite the practicalities of how and where it was read, there was a constant flow of opinions, heartfelt appreciation of music, and a freakishly awesome sweet spot of an online community, whatever and however that was defined at a particular place and time. that was what made Postcard such a special place.

at its heyday, before the dilution by facebook, twitter, and blogs, Postcard felt like a really raucous corner of the internet where folks would fight like cats and dogs, opine about the best beer or food, post jazzed up, breathless reviews of live shows they had just seen, and generally run amok.

there would be get togethers in real life, like at SXSW or at shows in Chicago, Austin, San Francisco, New York, Seattle, etc.

SXSW 2008: Postcard Dinner at Serrano’s

there were always alters, where people would subscribe under an alias / alter ego and try to be funny or sometimes lurk.

lately there has been one alter that i had no idea who it was, a person who used theflinthillspecials@gmail.com as their moniker but never signed their name. i think they have me blocked or just ignore when i have asked in the past who the heck this was.

so i think it’s Jeff Moore from Flint Hill Specials. formerly from National Grain.

blocking people on Postcard has been a pretty common thing forever. if i could be bothered i would probably block a few people like Lane “Lc.” Campbell and Wilko. but i have always felt like it was good to take the bitter with the sweet.

maybe because it’s Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year but taking the bitter with the sweet is sort of how i see life.

this picture from a blog called Roz’s Scrumptious Recipes shows what i am talking about:

Description from Roz’s blog:
Charoset (pronounced in Yiddish as khah- ROH-sees) is eaten as a symbol of mortar that the Jewish slaves used in building cities in ancient Egypt. Its sweetness is a symbol of freedom. It is spread on a matzo, the bread of affliction the Jews baked in a hurry to escape the Pharaoh’s army.
A spoonful of horseradish, known as maror, is spread on top of the Charoset to remind us of the bitterness of slavery. This is known as a Hillel sandwich, (after the great rabbi Hillel), and is served as a symbol of hope.

the combination of apples and nuts and honey in the Charoset and the kick of horseradish aka maror on matzoh from Passover (a different Jewish holiday at a different time of year), that to me is taking the bitter with the sweet. as a Jew maybe it’s just a part of me, this affinity for the bitter and the sweet.

so as i get older maybe it’s all about the balance of the bitter and the sweet in life. i know that things seem to be reduced to their base essence anymore. the small stuff doesn’t matter as much as it did when i was younger and fighting every goddamned thing. now i just want a little peace and quiet and clarity.

anyway, i didn’t know where this post was going. just knew i hadn’t posted in a few days, have been thinking how much i am enjoying learning about the bands and sort of doing online research / blogging, and trying to figure out who these alters are.

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About Erika Herzog

big music fan. used to work in the movie business a little bit. love weaving and knitting. own a banjo. haven't picked up the corn cob pipe. yet.

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