Or, ha even my posts are themeless now
Let me start by getting out of the way that even though my post is titled “Oh Yoko” I’ve embedded “Dear Yoko”. That’s because Dear Yoko is a much better, bouncier song and in much better keeping with the general feel of this blog. Apologies in advance for any earworming.
I feel like the only suitable way to begin is with “What had happened was”. Just as fairy tales begin “Once upon a time”, Tracy tales “had happened”. Therefore, what had happened was I found a list of celebrities on Twitter. And so, I’m like yeah, following Stephen Fry already and yeah, following LeVar Burton already (even though every time I see him tweet I immediately start hearing “butterflies in the sky/I can go twice as high…. Love ya, LaVar!) and then I see her, Yoko Ono! Who wouldn’t want to follow her? She’s famous!
So I do and she follows me back and direct messages me:
BTW, I totally don’t think she minds at all me sharing our private correspondence. She’s a giver.
Although I was pretty sure this was just an automatic message sent to everyone she follows, I felt like I wanted to tell her something about myself. I do this from time to time when I am following somebody new. If I notice they are pregnant, I ask about their due date. Or if they are from Germany, I say howdy auf Deutsch. Working the virtual room I call it. Digitally mingling.
What I sent was this:
And of course, as I described in Read Twice, Post Once I was far too quick to push send. I don’t know, am I being too cautious? I don’t want Yoko Ono to think that I thought it was a horrible thing to be called Yoko Ono, because Yoko Ono is something horrible to be. Quite the contrary! I don’t care what anyone says, I am very fond of Yoko Ono. I am pretty sure she understood what I meant, but who knows, maybe she was having a bad day or something when I sent it.
The thing is, she hasn’t written me back, so I don’t know if:
- She has a lackey to read her direct messages and her lackey doesn’t think my messages are important enough to pass on. If that’s the case, hey Lackey if you found this post through your google alert duties, screw you! I am so having you fired when Yoko and I are friends!
- She doesn’t read her DMs. At all. I guess that makes sense, but it’s a little disappointing because maybe I want to tell her something that I don’t want all Twitter to see.
- She read it and she thinks I am some sort of uncouth country girl with no manners or polish and wants nothing to do with me. In which case I want to remind her that John Lennon would have given me another chance and wouldn’t have judged me based on one flustered DM.
That’s what has been taking up most of my mental energy, waiting for Yoko to DM me back or at least send some sort of sign that she won’t be DMing me at all. If anyone knows Yoko, if you could maybe do some sniffing around for me, that would be great. BUT DON’T ASK HER ABOUT ME!!! Not slick, not slick at all. Maybe just ask her about Twitter, how she handles her DMs, maybe ask her if she’s had any interesting ones lately, that sort of thing. You know, jog her memory to remind her to DM me or find out for me if she never uses DM.
Thanks! You’re super!
In Other News
I am a semi-finalist in the Blogger Appreciation Awards! Perhaps it’s not really a huge deal, I have no idea, but I’m going to assume that it is and that when Yoko Ono sees that I have it, she’ll be wishing people teased her by calling her Tracy O’Connor
I read a book!
I’ve declared Friday nights to be a night for reading books. No blogging, no surfing, so tweeting, no emailing. It’s a night for me to stretch out on the sofa and read an proper book and be smugly cozy. Last week I read Why We Make Mistakes: How We Look Without Seeing, Forget Things in Seconds, and Are All Pretty Sure We Are Way Above Average
I enjoyed this book. It could have been a bit more science-y, but honestly if it was, would I have understood it? It did a great job of describing the kinds of mistakes we humans are prone to making and why. I giggled recognizing myself in some of the descriptions, especially Chapter 7 “We Skim” (again see my Read Twice, Post Once post). Not trying to brag, but I am the world’s greatest skimmer and the world’s worst editor. The book says:
We see things not as they are but as (we assume) they ought to be.
Sound familiar? It’s an interesting book and well worth more than a skim.
And finally
If anyone knows Ann Curry, could you ask her if people used to call her Yoko Ono, too? I’m wondering if it’s a Tracy-specific problem or Asian women in general. Thanks!
