I Like Weehawken in June



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Sunny Days, Chasing the Clouds Away

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

I got a job doing V/O for a cartoon that will air on Sesame Street next season.

I auditioned on my MacBook using standard software in the early hours, pressed record between the barks of the neighbor's dog and figured out how to convert the files to the right format.

I won't give away the premise of the piece, but trust me, it's fun and I was desperate to get it, especially because the company producing it is just too cool, doing incredibly slick and smart children's entertainment for on-air, online and more.

I love technology because it has allowed me to work from home and now allows me to snag highly exciting gigs outta the home, from home. Lemme tell ya, working from home is no party -- you work harder to prove you aren't eating bon-bons and napping all day. And I'm not working from home because I'm an anti-social shut-in. Far from it.

But if I must leave the house, it should only be for an opportunity to wear long gloves, perform in a boa, or drink frozen things on a verdant rooftop.

Don't you agree?

Today

I was on the radio, whoa oh oh oh on the radio.

Just like I toldja I'd be. Here's proof:



That's a sexy Sirius visitor name tag I'm wearing.

The show was beamed out of Cousin Brucie's studio.

And ya, I even saw Howard Stern walking the hallways. He looks good. A bit like a lurching coat rack with a perm. But good.

Excitement!

Night internet.

xo,

me

This MONDAY = This Felber on Radio

I'm co-hosting Freewheelin' with Chris T. on Sirius 147 starting at 11AM.

This is a great show... hopefully will remain so when I come on board for one day only.

Three hours of me on the radio -- why that's more fun than a barrel full of monkeys, which, ya know, doesn't sound like much full at all. There's a reason people get kegs and chips rather than barrels and primates.

Anyway, be there!

Image: Me as a guest on this show over a year ago.... and as you can tell, I've got a face made for radio.

I mainly took kid photos for my mother the romance novelist, as she begged for them almost daily. It didn't matter that she saw my boy at least every two weeks -- she checked my flickr page obsessively and regularly agitated for updates. For her, two days without a grandchild fix was a lifetime.

She died one year ago today. The yahrzeit has been burning next to the sink on a little plate since last night., in the same way and same place they'd burn in our kitchen for both sets of my grandparents. I told my brother that I didn't know exactly why I felt I had to do up the yahrzeit. He said, "Because you need juice glasses?"

(Dear non-Jew, this is hilarious, trust me on this)

I miss her terribly, but I forced myself to stop feeling sorry for myself after my large rump ran the Revlon 5k. I simply wish she had made it to meet the #00BFFF-eyed one you see above.

(Dear non-web nerds, this is clever, trust me on this)

But honestly, ever since I lost my target audience, I don't take nearly enough pictures of the new one. This one, from Monday, is for you, mom.

Apart from a perfect baby, a very imperfect year. But big changes coming. Finally. Thankfully. My mother said, "Not to worry, it will all work out." I'm amazed and grateful beyond words that she was right.

I'm ready to grow again, leaning towards the light.

Happy Memorial Day, me.