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MrMary’s 2012 “Have You Been Experienced Blog Tour” || Showing Some Love for My Followers


I have always prided myself on being an honest person. It is my need for self accountability that has spawned this post. Recently I have had gained a lot of followers.  I want to be able to interact and support you all but I am only one man. Every day a few hundred posts for me to read through. Due to the time constraints of working two jobs, writing, working out, and my chronic masturbation, it would be impossible to get to everyone. This kind of bothers me.  As  blogger I get an erection every time I get a like/ comment which if you think about it sheds a lot of light on the chronic masturbation issue…. seize the day has always been my motto. I want to do my part to return the favor. I don’t wanna be one of those bloggers that just follow just to boost up my numbers.

The Solution

I had tons of fun playing around with Ms. Jen and Tonic, we also after the fooling around was over we did an interview which I posted yesterday.The fun wasn’t one-sided we both walked away (if you can call it walking) from the experience with some pep in our step  and deficient in protein – from the intense mentation required to produce such a great interview.  So while I was still basking in the euphoric after-effects I thought why not each week go do a chit-chat/interview/dialogue/ with one of my followers. That way I can do my part to support my homeys online and still have fun, and bring joy (that what I call it) to others. So I proudly present

How The Blog Tour Works

I currently have 200 something followers. There are two ways which this will go down:

  1. You can leave a comment below letting me know you want to participate in MrMary 2012 Have You Been Experienced Blog Tour  Make sure to leave an email and I will contact you shortly.
  2. There are some of you who for some reason or other want me to work for it, so I will  go down, my list of course, emailing and asking you if you’re down for the tour.

Then…

Depending on how many of you take me seriously  I will set a schedule and dates. I will post these dates in my side bar and I will give at the end of the tour all my participants some MrMary paraphernalia I have been creating and testing out in secret.  If this goes well I will  go on tour maybe twice a year spread the love to all those blogger who follow me and who I follow.

For Those who Want to participate

If you take part I will create a badge for you that you can post on your blog letting the world know, You’ve been experienced. No need for stress, I am a gentleman – this won’t devolve into some innuendo filled dialogue unless you want it to. Take a look around the blog, I’m well verse in many areas :-) But leave it to me to put you at ease and work around your schedule.

Finally…..

I don’t discriminate on the basis of age , sex , sexual orientation, race, the type of pet you have, whether you’ve read 50 Shades of Grey or Not. This blog tour is open to everyone don’t let some double entendre and a few dirty jokes stand between you and the pleasure of chilling with MrMary :-)

A catty-existential Twist to Halloween


While people gorge themselves on candy, and wear perverted and skanky outfits, what could be more appropriate then some quotes on existentialism ?

“In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.”
― Jean-Paul SartreExistentialism is a Humanism

“We do not pray for immortality, but only not to see our acts and all things stripped suddenly of all their meaning; for then it is the utter emptiness of everything reveals itself.”
― Antoine de Saint-ExupéryNight Flight

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MrMary’s Halloween Reflections Part 1


Like Carl Jung one day I went crazy. Luckily due to my economic status, and ultimately where that allowed me to live in the city I didnt have to worry about locking myself up in a tower like Carl did with  Bollingen, to write. From the space of my departure from sanity, I came close to seeing reality as it was.  Black Elk the famous Native American Chief I believe when he step outside of normalcy in a vision question saw circles, many circles and they all were intertwined. Of his vision he said:

Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves. Our tepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation’s hoop.

The Reality

Many of us of course are not trained in the ways of the vision quest, are not trained in the ways like many cultures do and continue to do, to systematically leave behind the terrain of the known to explore  the unimaginable new worlds. (Even if we could be trained there are many factors which make many of us untrainable I feel) We take many psychoactive drugs recreationally for a trip. For many of us words like love are just a word or a feeling, until we drop acid/take shroom/ mess around with salvio/ and many other psychoactive compounds. I had the pleasure of know many people who did drugs and would tell me about some incredible experiences they had that were frightening, enlightening as well as uplifting. for some like the great mystic Rumi love is the very thing at the core of existence that when experienced dissolves away the world as we know it and our existence to.

different degrees of domination and servitude
are what you know as love,  but love is different,
it arrives complete  just there like the moon in the window

like the sun
of neither east nor west nor of anyplace
when that sun arrives east and west arrive

desire only that
of which you have no hopeseek only that
of which you have no clue

love is the sea of not-being and there intellect drowns

this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek
this is the shoreless sea;
here swimming ends
always in drowning

The festival then becomes the one opportunity where we get to hide behind a mask in the most obvious way. The word person literally means a mask. Who we think we are and who others think we are is only a covering above what it is we really are.  But in a festival in a carnival we can finally for a moment nullify the social contract we sign on condition of our birth. We do crazy things, we are drunken not only by the alcohol but by the freedom of not having to carry the weight of our person by not having to abide by the always shaky rules of the established morality of the time. During the festival we come in a way figuratively face to face with an old friend, excess, the calling card of Dionysius or Bacchus as he was called in ancient Greece and Rome respectively.

Deconstructing Halloween

If you look historically the festival, the moments of excess, the orgiastic feasting both (carnally and in cuisine) have always been a constant of human history. It is something we share in common with other primates who engage in wanton sexually promiscuous behavior to strengthen community relationships. What does this have to do with anything? Tomorrow is Halloween  while the Halloween parade was cancelled in NYC due to the storm, it is something worth reflecting on:

There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world. – Baudrillard

To be continued

MrMary

MeanWhile you might find this excessively old video informative and funny because of the accents: 

Back in the day if I had had more money I would have become a Jungian Psychologist Check it Out: http://www.junginstitute.org/  in NYC

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My Interview w/Ms. Jen&Tonic a recently Freshly Pressed Blogger


Of the thousands of bloggers who continue to feed the capitalistic machinations of WordPress, only a few are chosen for the distinct honor of being Freshly Pressed. While my writing has never won me the honor of being Freshly Pressed, my imaginative sexual advances have won me a few moments with the unusually tantalizing Jen, the author of the recently Freshly Pressed Blog Sips of Jen and Tonic. This interview is part of an  ongoing study I am conducting . I am trying to see to what extent does being FreshlyPressed changes someone. This first interview takes place a few days after Jen has been Freshly Pressed. Enjoy

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Question 1: How does it feel to Be freshly Pressed ? When I think of Freshly Pressed I am brought back to the Massengil and Summer’s Eve commercials of my Youth. Do you feel bathed by the waves of cleanliness and titillated by the delicate aromas of the country flower  designed formula ?

Each morning I would look in the mirror, and say, “Jen, you’ve got this. You are the queen of WordPress.” My cats used to scoff at me, taunting me with their judgmental eyes and exposed buttholes. The day I got Freshly Pressed I put my computer on the ground and said, “What? Ain’t got nothin’ to say now, do you? Meow Mix Muthafuckas.”

Bonus Question: Complete this verse from OutKast Hit So fresh and So Clean
Verse: Don’t you think I’m so sexy I’m…….

I’m not going to finish that lyric because I want all the emphasis to be on my sexiness. Also, it shouldn’t be in the form of a question. It should say, “You obviously think I’m so sexy I’m…”

Question 2:  Now that you’re Freshly Pressed, how will you use your celebrity to help out the disenfranchised bloggers around the blogosphere just outside the circle jerk of fame and notoriety ?

Right now I’m working on putting together a blogging workshop called “Jen and Tonic: How to Become a Blogging Superhero In 10 Easy Steps.” I don’t want to give too much away, but in Chapter 1 I talk about how I maintain my pancake ass while writing posts only my mom finds funny.

Question 3: What are your new Goals now? I’m sure after the partying, drinking music making (if your like me sucking and blowing…. uhm  on the harmonica) you will have a moment where you stop and think what’s next ?  If you need an acoustic accompaniment I will be happy to play along in the key of C or G if your playing cross harp.

My goals are: find out the one thing Meatloaf wouldn’t do for love, get David Hasselhoff to tweet me back, and to have Charlie Sheen make good on his bet that I’d never be Freshly Pressed by making him take me out for a glass of Tiger’s Blood. Oh, and to buy myself a monogrammed Snuggie because I like to keep it classy.

Question 4: Ok serious now, All the joking aside: What do you feel helped you get freshly pressed. So far I have sent all the judges cock shots but the lighting is bad and everyone thinks they got a picture of Carvel‘s Fudgie the whale ice cream cake

There’s a blow hole joke in there, I just know it. The key to getting Freshly Pressed, in my opinion, is to surround yourself with other bloggers. Not only will it help you gain visibility, but you’ll meet people who push you to write better material. Oh, and do some simple proofreading. If your posts read like an intoxicated monkey wrote it, it’s not going to happen no matter how enticing your content is.

Question 5:  Who are some people you would like to see get freshly pressed? and Can you every look at a Fudgie the whale Cake the same again?

I have never wanted a Fudgie the Whale cake as much as I do right now. This is cheating since I’m pretty sure she has already received this honor, but I want every single one of Speaker7’s posts to be Freshly Pressed. She is my favorite blogger, and I have such a huge crush on her that I’d be her future ex-wife if she asked me.


Question 6: What is the greatest thing about your audience ? My audience laughs at my jokes and makes me feel better about myself. They have helped me deal with my chronic masturbation problem…uhm sorry I think that was too much information.

Your audience discourages you from doing that? Mine encourages me! My favorite thing about my audience is that they’re all funnier than I am. And smarter. And cooler. And better-looking. Honestly, I love each of my Hooked on Tonics. I feel like they’re all really good people.

Question 7: Finally if I was Santa claus and you had to sit on my lap for a wish what would you ask me for

For you to scoot a bit to the left because your boner is poking me.

Conclusions

In my interactions with Jen, she has proven to be very nice and witty. She was also very forgiving and looked past all my mental issues and pedantic sense of humor, to respond to these questions. She is quite fun and funny and you can’t go wrong with an alcohol reference as your blog name. Check out her blog and follow her . Thank her for her time and patience with me :-)

Home Page: Sips of Jen and Tonic, About Page: About J & TNew Project: NanowriNO

Thanks Jen for those delicious Sips :-)

Mr.Mary

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Waiting for & Waiting Out Hurricane Sandy is Like Beckett’s Waiting For Godot


We have kept our appointment and that’s an end to that.
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? 
SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot

Hurricane Sandy has been talked about for days now, the whole east coast of the United States was gripped with far and anticipation.  At 7 pm last night all the trains stopped working in NYC. At around  9PM  all buses stopped, and it seems like for once all the hustle and bustle of the city was calmed. But it, the outward and eerie stillness , said nothing about the anxiety and angst that many of us in the City felt as the storm came slowly ever so deliberately to the Big Apple.

So while many of us are used to waiting: waiting for a bus, for a train tat never comes, for the price of a metro card to decrease, waiting for the mayor Bloomberg to eventually vacate his office and stop inventing new terms, all of the city’s denizens were treated to a new kind of waiting, waiting for destruction and doom. And so far Hurricane Sandy has fulfilled on her promise.

Parts of Brooklyn  & Lower Manhattan Underwater

 

Why are we here, that is the question.
And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. 

Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come.
–SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot

We are all waiting to see what this storm will do to the city . There are other cities affected and some people have died already from electrocution and from downed trees. Perhaps because I have a dark sense of humor but i find it funny when as soon as  roads start to flood and large tree branches snap in the wind, everyone remembers that there is such a thing called Nature and it just so happens to be so powerful. For centuries we have worked with the idea that nature was simply a treasure trove of resources to be used at our disposal and whim. Actually thanks to global warming and climate change the Arctic is now accessible and right now while  there are record droughts and ecological devastation companies and nations everywhere are gearing up to stake their claim to drill for oil, plunder resources and destroy what may be one of the last almost pristine environments.  It says a lot that this is what it takes, moments like this, for us to stop and reflect on what really matters and ascertain to what extent do we contribute to our own or someone else’s pain.

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) 
No, don’t protest, we are bored to death, there’s no denying it. Good.
A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste …
In an instant all will vanish and we’ll be alone once more,
in the midst of nothingness!
–SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot

We are always in a state of waiting, waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to stop, what for our lives to end etc

I wonder what are you waiting for?