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If you see people frozen solid on the Vestal Rail Trail, don’t panic. Get a doggie treat.August 19th, 2010
Flashmobs are a lot less dangerous then they sound. Really. But if I’d never heard of one, I’d personally avoid it at all cost. Seriously, who decided to combine the phrases “flash flood” and “angry mob” and thought that people would come running to take part?
But come running they have. In fact, if you were jogging down the Vestal Rail Trail behind the Parkway Subway on Tuesday night, you’ve already seen a flashmob in person. But let’s go back to basics. For those of you who have been living in a hole for the last 5 years and are just discovering the ‘interweb’ for the first time, “What is a flashmob?” Wikipedia, clearly the most reliable reference material ever conceived of by man, defines a flashmob as “a large group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual and pointless act for a brief time, then disperse.” That’s right, my friends, flashmobs are the Seinfeldian cousin of the political rally. People assemble for no reason whatsoever, perform a task that has no intrinsic value, and then disassemble to no place in particular—although, realistically, they probably disassemble to get plastered at a pub down the street. (After Tuesday night’s Rail Trail flashmob, a few of us reassembled at the outdoor seating of the Vestal Uno’s, apparently chosen because “it has more shrubbery than the outdoor seating of the Vestal TGI Friday’s.”) The first successful flash mob, legend has it (and by ‘legend’, I again mean Wikipedia), was held at a Manhattan Macy’s June 3rd, 2003. A group of 100 participants assembled around a giant rug on the 9th floor of the department store and, when approached by bewildered salespeople, explained that they “all lived together in a warehouse loft and searching for a ‘loverug’ large enough to accommodate the entire group”.
Since then, flashmobs have evolved into everything from mass pillow fights in urban parks and silent discos in underground subways to massive reenactments of Michael Jackson videos. The silent disco—one of my favorite kinds of flashmob—involves gathering a large groups of people into one place with IPods and headphones who then listen to their own favorite song and dance about wildly in anything but unison. A flash mob true-ist will tell you that a flashmob MUST be organized on the Internet by a group of volunteers bent on doing nothing more than having a senselessly good time. They’ll tell you that a publicity stunt planned by a corporate marketing department DOES NOT COUNT; nor does Oprah’s giant staging of the Black Eyed Peas track “I Gotta Feeling”. What’s perhaps most unusual about the flashmobs that have cropped up in Greater Binghamton over the past few weeks is that they’re all organized by a church: Grace Adventure. Grace Adventure bills itself as a “church without a building”. A recent e-mail from the church’s pastor, Annette Snedaker, goes something like this: “We all know that young adults are a missing population in today’s churches. Let’s face it: the population in general, is declining in churches. But yet, the world needs people reaching out to others in love and compassion more than ever! So… there are a group of us trying to do something that will bring young adults back to talking about their spirituality, and making a difference in the community in non-traditional ways and spaces.”
And to get rolling, Grace Adventure has staged two “freeze mobs”. One at Spiedie Fest and the other at the Rail Trail. A freeze mob is a form of flashmobbing wherein participants synchronize their watches, stroll casually into a public place, and then all freeze at the exact same moment. After a few minutes, they all unfreeze and proceed about their business as if nothing unusual has happened. Check out this very famous freeze mob at Grand Central Station to get acquainted… Now the Grace Adventure people have chosen to flashmob for a cause. A different cause each time. Their Spiedie Fest mob was designed to support CHOW; participants were asked to bring canned food before they took part. And their Rail Trail mob was held to support the Southern Tier AIDS Program’s “Dog Gone Fun on the Run”. People were asked to bring pet food or doggie toys to the event. To give STAPs event the extra push, many of the freezers stood still with Doggone flyers in hand. I’m gonna make an admission here: I had my doubts about the Rail Trail flash mob. For one thing, you need a critical mass of non-participants to make these things work. Luckily, the good weather had brought out a decent amount of early evening strollers, runners, and dog-walkers. My other concern was that we only had about 20 people there to take part. But what I realized right away is that ANY out-of-the-ordinary behavior interrupting somebody’s early evening routine gets attention pretty quick. Even if the interruption only comes from one nutball. Now multiply that effect by twenty. One two-some from our group held a freeze-frisbee game in the middle of the path. A family stood off to one side, all in a row, as if frozen in the middle of their afternoon walk. And as you might expect, half the fun is watching the spectators—which ones turn their head, which ones stop to look, and which ones, faced with the unexpected, try to ignore the event as if doing so would stop it from happening. Grace Adventure isn’t content to stop with Flashmobs. They’ve got a whole slate of non-traditional church events planned, including “Theology on Tap” at Kelly’s in Endicott, an “open house” held at Mad Mouse Saloon, and a “Teahouse Talk” at Vestal’s famous bubble tea joint behind Denny’s. Annette Snedaker took a moment away from planning the future of religion as we know it to answer a few questions about freezemobs and other fun nonsense… So I missed the Spiedie Fest Flash Mob; how did it go? What was the idea there? Where’d you get the idea for the mob. Any particular stunt you saw on the Internet inspire you? How have people reacted so far? Does your idea of building the church through community involvement have a model? Another church? Besides Flash Mobs, what other adventures do you have up your sleeve? She’ll walk on your back. For a small fee. In Binghamton.August 12th, 2010
I don’t have a foot fetish. I actually have the opposite of a foot fetish. A bit of foot fear. A footaphobia? ::: Hang on; I gotta google this. ::: Podophobia. That’s what I got. A fear of feet. No foot fetish at all, nosiree, not me. I once had a friend with a shop vac fetish. Not sure why that’s relevant—but it is true. And I’ve been looking for a chance to mention it in the blog. Cause it doesn’t happen everyday. Anyway, when Sheila McDonald told me she’d like to hang off monkey bars and do a little barefoot dance on my back for my therapeutic pleasure, I was a bit, shall we say… skeptical.
For one thing, having somebody stand on your back requires a bit of trust. I’ve never personally had my spine broken but I imagine it’s not an altogether pleasant experience. And for another, I have that thing about feet. Or rather, a lack of a thing about feet (see above). But I’m always up for an adventure. Especially if there’s something to fret about in advance. And Sheila struck me as being the kind of person to have particularly clean feet. So I decided to take a leap of faith. Get it? Leap of faith? :::heavy, embarrassed sigh::: (I also did a bit of googling to make sure Sheila wasn’t making the whole thing up to test out some kind of “experimental massage theory” she’d developed while watching Olympic gymnastics at home.)
I make the gymnastics reference because Ashiatsu Oriental Massage Therapy, as it’s called—no, Sheila didn’t make it up—involves the masseuse hanging off parallel bars and applying pressure to the various muscles of your back. “Mostly, I’ll only be using one foot at a time, applying at least some of my weight to the bars. Once or twice, I might use both feet at the same time on your upper and lower back,” Sheila told me in a dimly lit room with the sounds of waves lapping softly on the seashore in the background. It’s always lapping waves, isn’t it? Or that instrument that makes the low-pitched waaah-waaah-waaah that I can never remember the name of. Sheila’s workroom at the Hair Company is small, but also comfortable. The ceiling is draped with fabric, giving the space a less harsh, cornered vibe. And she had to get a contractor to come in to install the bars—this is clearly not a portable experience. I asked her if anybody else in the area was doing that sort of work. Skaneateles was the closest practitioner that she knew of.
The massage itself was pretty fantastic. And surprising. She warned me in advance that it wouldn’t feel the same as a normal hand massage. One of her clients compared the two: A normal massage feels like being hammered with a meat tenderizer. You get worked over but spots get missed. Whereas with Ashiatsu, it’s like you’ve been rolled out with a rolling pin. Flattened. In a really really really quite incredibly pleasurable way. I’d be lying of the first few moments didn’t make me a bit uncomfortable. The weight of an entire person standing on your back can be a bit unnerving. But of course, it wasn’t her entire weight. Probably the most squirm-inducing moment came when Sheila placed her foot on my neck and began to manipulate the muscles there. Weird. Intimidating. But once the novelty of the sensation subsided, it was extremely relaxing. I was trying to pay close attention—knowing I’d have to blog about it later—but I soon felt myself drift into a semi-conscious state. A foot doesn’t feel like a hand—and although less maneuverable, the movements were surprisingly controlled. Often times, the pressure felt like it was about to become just a BIT too much. And at those moment, I was worried that the inevitable “Arrrghh!” would illicit a pretty slow response—weighted feet being harder to move quickly than a hand. But the yelp of pain never came; Sheila seemed to know exactly how much pressure was enough. Another thing of note—and Sheila told me about this in advance—was how well the shape of the foot was able to work certain parts of the body. It just fits. In some cases, better than a hand. Between back-dancings, I asked Sheila to answer a few qestions about the therapy… Do people ever seem grossed out by the foot-factor? Bare feet aren’t everybody’s cup of tea… I’m sure there are some people who would be grossed out by the foot-factor. In this case, I imagine their aversion to feet would keep them from showing up for Ashiatsu in the first place. If however, the notion of feet is a tea they are willing to at least sip, they would have to decide if the value in the delivery is worth the awkwardness they may experience. I had one client, on her first visit, describe the feeling she had when my foot was near her neck and coming down her arm. She said as she thought of the fact that it was my foot, it seemed strange for a moment. She went on to describe being quickly intoxicated by the feeling, and moving immediately back to the feeling of pleasure.
I know you experienced barefoot massage for the first time in India. What was that like? How did you train for a form of massage that nobody around here practices? What works better with Ashiatsu than other forms? Well… what works worse? Part of what’s different about Ashiatsu is the experience for the masseuse. Can you talk about that? So, uh, you’re walking on people’s backs. Is there a danger?? Cyberstalking in Binghamton Made Easy! The case for (and against [but mostly for]) FourSquare!August 9th, 2010
We all know Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace have made it easier to answer some of life’s greatest questions. Questions like: “Who did my ex go to dinner with last night?” And, “where exactly is my ex spending his lunch hour?” And, “why is that bitch leaving winky emoticon messages on my ex’s Facebook wall?” And, “why does my ex’s relationship status still say ‘in a relationship’? Is she still in love with me? Do we still have a chance? Should I send her 14 more drunk texts at 3 AM?”
![]() Yes, it’s true, social media is for cyber-stalking your ex. And other stuff. But mainly cyber-stalking your ex.
It’s also useful for finding out if your boss is secretly a member of the Tea Party and really bad at setting his privacy settings.
And now a new cell phone app called “Foursquare” makes it just a bit easier to do some casual weekend cyberstalking.
You’ve probably heard of Foursquare. And you either kinda sorta know what it is… or, you’re addicted.
![]() Here’s how it works: You go to Lost Dog. Then your smartphone goes, “Hey, are you at Lost Dog?” And you go, “Yup, of course I’m at Lost Dog. Besides having great food, it’s like THE ONLY PLACE TO EAT IN BINGHAMTON ON A MONDAY NIGHT.” So your phone, ignoring your bitchy aside, “checks you in” at Lost Dog and tells all your buddies’ cell phones exactly where you are. This has two purposes: 1) on a Saturday night, rather than texting a hundred different people to tell them where to meet up, they just KNOW. And 2) It brings you one-step closer to being the “Mayor” of that bar/restaurant/café/etc. And if you’re MAYOR, you might get a special freebee…
And Bingo businesses are starting to get on board with the special offers. Here are just a few:
CYBER CAFE WEST
"Hey thanks for coming by a bunch! Enjoy a half price beverage of your choice."
TRANQUIL
"$1 Shot Every 3rd Check-In."
![]() MY BOUTIQUE
"One half price item on your first check-in! Stop by. Only available for Foursquare users like you!"
MERLINS
"One shot on the house for the FourSquare Mayor."
HACKERTHREADS (Coming Soon)
"10% off your order with your first check-in!"
Of course, there are now FourSquare snobs. Local FourSquare aficionado Amy, upon learning that I was Mayor of 13 different venues, asked “Yeah, but what’s the QUALITY of your mayorships?”
She was NOT impressed by the corner Quickway near the radio station.
Please. Those rotating spiced wieners are a delicacy in my home.
And then there are the FourSquare CHEATERS. Downtown Bing resident Alex L thought himself an absolute laugh riot when he made himself Mayor of my apartment without ever having stepped foot inside.
Although what it says about him that he traveled to the end of my block with his IPhone several times just to check in I’ll let you judge for yourself.
Business owners need not be that concerned about cheating. Without going into too much detail, FourSquare has made a pretty good effort to ensure that it’s difficult to game the system.
![]() And just for the sake of public commendation (or humiliation), here are some current FourSquare mayors of popular local venues (all publicly viewable at FourSquare.com).
Flashbacks: Rich B
Sake Tumi: Scott B
BU’s Anderson Center: Amy W
The Olive Garden in Vestal: Erin
Mad Moose: Jeffery W
Antonio’s Galleria and Café: John C
Applebee’s in Vestal: Char R
Otsiningo Park: Dan
Thai Thai: Sean M
Pete’s Legacy Diner: Luke B
It’s actually an awful lot of fun to see who goes where. I, BTW, have been publicly shamed over my mayorship of the Chinese buffet—which does not speak well of my eating habits. PS, I’m also the Mayor at the Vestal Planet Fitness, so you can just F* off health nazis. And if you try to take that mayorship from me, I’m not above paying the overly smiley desk attendants to make sure your treadmill “malfunctions” during your morning run.
SEVERAL WORDS OF CAUTION: There are a number of obscenely stupid ways you can get your house robbed by using FourSquare. Mainly, you need to chose your FourSquare “friends” carefully. Don’t accept a request from anybody, well, likely to rob your home. Remember Stranger Danger! Also, consider that if you link your FourSquare to Twitter or Facebook, ANYBODY WHO HAS ACCESS TO THOSE PROFILES can also view where you’re at. And for most people, Twitter updates are publicly accessable.
So the moral of the story? Use FourSquare in and around Bingo. It’s good to discover new crap to do (and therefore great for local business). But it is, generally speaking, bad to have your house robbed. So don’t be an idiot while you’re using it.
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