Presented in hi-def

Dear Stephanie,

By far one of THE most intimidating ladies I have ever “met”. I mean this in the best way possible. I met your through STAND I guess I could, in theory, call you a client of my design business. But to be honest trying to put you into any category would be rather facile.

We worked on what I assume is one of a bazillion projects you have going at anytime. You were clear on what you were looking for, but nurturing enough to allow me freedom to explore my various skatter-shod concepts. You worked well as an intermediary between myself and another group of individuals that I never met, and I would wager defended my design decisions as if they were your own, though I imagine if there were your decisions you would have been less likely to be vehement. The little project went swimmingly and I managed to get to know you a little if I might say so.

Not to sound like a love letter, but you can make a fella just fall over. You have this effortless charm that is totally disarming. I pride myself on being an oak when it comes to getting bowled over by niceties, but you kind of wisped that away in much the same manner you would any sort of complement one would pay to you. Initially I had this feeling that you were exercising the time tested skill of false modesty, then I would swing over to the other side and thing you maybe had a low opinion of yourself. But what I have come to realize is that you are the real deal. Someone who honestly and truly puts others before themselves, and gets pleasure from seeing others lifted.

I sincerely wish I was not on the other side of the country; it would have been truly awesome to see you in your element, as opposed to just play-by-play via chat. But in actuality seeing you in lectures and in some photos with people, I can only assume I would have felt like I should be sitting at the kiddies table. I doubt, however, you would let me feel that way. Even with a social handicapper like myself you would have prodded and poked me into chilling out and conversing like a normally adjusted human being. That’s just your style.

Our FB interactions have been more or less nil, though I have immensely enjoyed following the progress of your various endeavors via the feed. I know you have my email, and a bazillion ways to contact me and vice versa, so I won’t inflate this too far. But you are definitely one I will miss having that kind of access too. Though sometimes the magnitude of those posts make me feel like I am just kid playing in a sandbox by comparison.

I guess to sum up, you are pretty cool and all.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt

grrl from ipanema

Dear Ash,

I haven’t spoken to you in quite a while. I have seen you a few times running with the coven o’ ladies, but alas have not managed to catch your eye. I know this is probably my fault, I tend to look for the ground when it comes to social situations, and you always seem to be gone from the bar before I am woozy enough to make idle conversation.

When I met you in Paul’s class, you were nothing but sunshine to me. A smile from you pretty much did it for a good day. You have some freakish art chops, and even more so an eye for beauty that I have never really gotten down. I was so happy for you when you went over seas. One of the first things I gleamed from your personality is that you are one of those people who could really soak in history, and art and all that wonderful culture that Europe has to offer. Myself being far too daft to make the venture, I vicariously followed you on the journey through fb, and it made me all summery and whatnot inside.

I have only had a handful of chats with you on fb, and occasionally felt compelled to comment or like things you have posted. But for the most part, our FB relationship has been pretty sparse. I will not really mourn its loss, but if I do not somehow find myself talking to you in the real world again, I may look back on it as a poor decision.

In either case, you have a couple of avenues to contact me through, if you feel so inclined. Or even if you happen to see me, blurry-eyed in the bar, feel free to wave, I shall do my best not to look at the floor, and maybe if I am particularly feeling special, I will try to talk.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt

E-Mill-ionaire

Dear Emill,

On a review of our primary mode of conversing, I am floored by the numbers. We have chats that run hundreds of lines, email chains that look like Armageddon, and some gigs of files exchanged. Due to our virtual existence at STAND we never got to spent too much actual time together. For a couple sweltering days in DC you and your sister-standanistas took care of me. I was a beleaguered, confused, and grossly unprepared visitor to the city, but you guys when above and beyond to put a smile on my face.

You were always a batshit-crazy hard worker (though to be honest most of you kids were) and it was nice to feel that no matter how many hours I put in, I was not the leader in this regard. You took your position very seriously, but some how did it in a manner that made it appear as though it was a treat.

As I work my way through this list of folks, and start taking out STAND people, I feel my heart getting heavy. I really have such a huge place in there for you all. As time has gone by, the magic of nostalgia has made all the sleepless nights, and absurd deadlines look like sunny days. Every little emergency and panic stricken conference calls / email chains are like little gems in my inbox that let me remember how happy being unhappy could make me.

I really really miss you guys sometimes, and I know that I have atleast three emails for you in my google account, but I sadly feel as if I need a reason to contact you. Maybe you should have another project you need me to “certify” so that I may feel as though I have a purpose again. I do wish that at somepoint, when you venture into professional life (are you there already) I will be able to lend my meager skills to your task and maybe get a flash-back of the pride I felt doing it way back then

If you feel like it some random night whilst sorting through the mess that is in your inbox, please hit me up. It always helps to have a old friend say hey, and validate my existence once more. I could labor on some more, spouting platitudes and reminiscing the old days, but I am sure you get it.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt

Huggies?

Dear Miranda,

You were around a little bit when I used to live with Ken. Again here is a situation where I used fbfriending as a complement as opposed to actual friendship. The things I remember about you aren’t really moments or specific items. It’s just feelings. Everytime I saw you, you were smiling. I always felt like you were a freakishly kind person, you just had that presence when you came into the room. The kind of lady that if one was sick, one would be very very lucky to have you around.

I am certain you are making a top notch mom, and I imagine when yer kid gets older, much like many great moms, you will have a bunch of kids who aren’t yours calling you mom too.

I wish I had more to report here, but alas, I do not. We have like zero interactions here on the FB, but I assume maybe in a couple years you will be back out and about, and I will be around, maybe you can bore me to death with stories of you splendid child J

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt

It's ok, idk either.

Dear Lauren,

I have never quite nailed down if we are related or not. I guess I just never asked. I don’t know how we became friends on here, but I do know that at one point I was friending people with the same name as me, and I used to be part of a group for the Fitzpatrick name on FB sometime back, so maybe that is it.

I have had little if any contact with you through here. I don’t know if you have even commented on anything on my page before. I know these posts are getting to be tiresome. Me not knowing the person I am unfriending very well and all, so it leads to these short posts.

I am really getting down to the people I know well soon though, and I will be making some posts about what I have learned, and what I am taking away from this whole experience, so maybe this will get better.

In either case Lauren, from what I can tell you are a good person, and you have a super cool last name, which has kept you around for quite a while.

I hope all goes well with you, and wish you the best.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt

Laura, can't you give me some time?

Dear Laura,

I know we met at school, and then talked a little after, but by the time more talking was to be had you were off to the big apple. Now you are there grinding it out as all beginning designers must do, and I am sure learning a shit ton of things cool and interesting.

While I have enjoyed watching your news feed for updates to projects, it seems as though you have scaled back. I imagine this is a good idea, as the company you work for might get poopy about it. I have your flickr account though, so really not having facebook between us won’t be all that big of a deal.

We have had a couple of chats since you left, but I think most of it was just me babbling about work in some kind of last ditch effort to make contact with a designer, who may know me. I am sure it basically just ended up making you less efficient at your job, but I don’t think that is all bad.

I think you are a very talented lady, and as soon as someone is smart enough to let you run with the ball a little you are going to make some waves (and probably have a blast in the process). I will keep an eye trained on your flickr, and keep my fingers crossed for good things to waft your way.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt

Like a Deadbolt song...

Dear Mr. Circus,

You have been a source of inspiration and hilarity for me for a while now. I first “met” you when I did a portrait of you. You are a perfect storm of throw-back items for me. You have the look of an old vaudevillian actor, like Buster Keaton and Chaplin, along with the interpretive make-up and get up. You have the crass and raunchy stylings of a Robert Crumb comic. And to top it all off you seem to be one of the real nice guys that are pretty much getting driven to extinction these days by faux tan douchebaggery, or guys like Dane Cook to personify it more accurately.

I have never had the pleasure of being at one of your performances, as my brutal fear of the public-at-large prohibits me from taking part, but I have seen a lot of your content online, and the pictures go a long way to making me laugh my ass off. I will at some point work up the nerve to go to one of these shin-digs of yours, as it seems I owe you atleast the price of admission for all I have gotten out of it. I also still fully intend to go as you for Halloween one of these years, and at this point I am fairly sure I would get recognized immediately.

My exposure to you on FB has been obviously one sided. I basically just watch your newsfeed for new photo shoots, random one liners, and promotional stuffs. It makes me happy to see that there is a real life audience out there for your particular brand of humor, as in general performance art is shit in my book, and could use some more from the likes of you. I will continue to follow your exploits on your website, and occasionally drop you a line to see if you need anything (or if I can just send fan art your way). I must say in a lot of ways you are too good at what you do, because it will probably encourage people to try to emulate it…but I am just a grumpy bastard, and want things one way. Keep it up, cause I am indeed still watchin’.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt