No longer do rising gas prices affect me!!! Because from here on out I'm fueling up with homegrown oil at $2.60 a gallon. And what's best is it burns cleaner, smells funnier, and we don't have to go to war to get it!




















Indeed what you see above is not an optical illusion. It's me actually driving this pink car that I own and I've been talking about all freaking month!!! I drove it for the first time just hours ago and drove it right off the lot. It's like a big Barbie Army Tank. This mother is FREAKING HEAVY!!!















That's right baby! I got me a MERCEDES BENZ. I believe there are at least 5-7 rap songs that apply to me now as an MB driver!















Now sure... there's more miles on this one that my last car. 172K to be exact. But this is actually considered pretty low mileage for a car from 1981!





















I got all dressed up in pink to pick up my car! I'll probably wear this outfit all week!
















They are so busy over at Lovecraft that I had to take a lot of my own pictures.





Here's how we fuel up....

First we screw an empty gatorade bottle with the bottom cut out into the tank...















The bottle is the funnel. Next we slowly pour the oil from the five gallon jug into the bottle.
















Bob, the mechanic insisted on filling up for me because the boxes were so heavy. Too heavy for a girl like me. He did let me pour some of this oil in the nearly empty box out though for the pictures. (My freaking shirt is falling off. Oh well, whatever it takes to make the planet cleaner. If I show a little skin, so be it.)
















Oops, a little spill. Go get some steak! There's enough for grilling!
















I look at my car and I am brought back to memories of Reaganomics.



















I think I may have a future as an import model after all. When the "Girls of Biodiesel" Calendar comes out, they will have to let me be Miss June since my birthday is 4 days away.
















And just look at the view from the driver's seat!!! How elegant, yet sophisticated.

















Here's Helena's car which if worked at the same rate as mine was, should be ready in the year 2010. A stationwagon! It's going to be a great car for her dogs. And the honeys.


















Aw yea! Let the adventures in non-petroleum driving begin!!!!

Yet again I find myself all dressed up and no car to pick up. They are currently glueing in a dashboard that has fallen off. So earliest pick up time is tonight, latest is tomorrow morning.

Good news though, Playgirl asked me to write their horoscopes again for November. Which means they like my writing and I'll have a little bit more spending money next month. I am totally writer's blocked though, I used up all my toilet wiener humor in the last issue and knew things were going to be tricky this month when I found myself writing this....

Virgo
Happy Thanksgiving indeed. Except we aren’t celebrating how the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock, but how you landed on a wealth of penis. And not the long rat-tailed Ron Jeremy kind. But the kind attached to a keeper.

Ugh... that's terrible! I think I've hit porno writer's block. I can't think of anything decently funny. Luckily I have til the end of June to write these. Want to be my writing muse? Send me some ideas... funny ones please.... (k(AT)kristinasherylwong.com)

By now, you'd expect me to post pictures of me in my new veggie oil car.

Today was supposed to be the for reals pick up day for my pink veggie oil car. I've had this get-up planned for days now for picking up my wheels. I put on my pink skirt, my pink top, my pink jewelry I bought from the 99 cents store, my pink headband, my pink dress shoes and my fake eyelashes.

I walk down to the bus stop looking like a Japanese pop culture prostitute, and even elicited a couple of whistles from passing drivers. As I am walking, I call the lot to let them know that I am coming.

They tell me that they need my car just one more day ("just one more day" seems to be the operative phrase there) to put shocks on. The car is drivable but the new shocks they will put on will make it even better.

I was really getting mad on the phone with them about how long this is taking. Especially since I was walking about the whole neighborhood in fake lashes and have been arranging almost every day the week before around picking up the car.

I surrendered. Ok, another day of waiting.

Helena, who is also waiting for her veggie oil car to arrive, tried to ease my nerves by phone.

"Just let them do everything they need to do so it's safe and perfect."

And so I sit here with my fake eyelashes falling off, typing away, feeling like the boy who cried, "I swear my pink veggie car is coming tomorrow! I swear!"

I've been carless in LA for over a month now! I'm pretty amazed that the worst things that happened are I've missed a birthday party and my partner and I got into a few disputes about me driving his car. People have been cool about picking me up, and as it turns out, I don't need to leave the neighborhood much. Sure, eleven days of said month was spent in the Bay Area. But now I'm even wondering if I really need a car that bad.

****

Anyway, if you want to see the car live and in person (for reals), I am doing a show this weekend. My birthday is Sunday! So it's a very special opportunity for friends to come out
and see the car and then see my first ever pieces for "Wong Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" that I am producing. There is a reception after. It's a drive out to see it, but what a great way to bless me with your presence!!

Info here. I think if you click on it, it gets bigger.

Finally! More than a week after my show closes and I can finally recap!

Well, let me start off by telling you that I am currently wearing my cloth rewashable menstrual pad. My Aunt Flo came yesterday to my surprise and now I'm using these babies sooner than expected. Unfortunately I only own two. After I posted about investing in my first two cloth pads, I never got to buy more! They are kinda expensive. So I am going to have to either hit the laundry on an hourly basis or crawl to the man at Sav-on and get some disposables. I haven't decided yet. I guess I need to figure that out soon.


To recap, I originally bought these thinking how eco friendly it would be and how the experience would make great fodder for a performance art piece or essay.

I was also intrigued by this description on the Lunapads website...

"Yeah!! I am so thrilled! I know that I must be crazy when I get excited about a menstrual product. Lunapads make having periods fun!"
– Susan M.

and this one from the Gladrags site...

"I have found that with each cycle, I become more aware of who I am as a woman and how grateful I am to be one. GladRags has enabled me to give a little more back to Mother Earth each month. My medicinal herb garden is incredibly bountiful from the monthly offerings I give her!(rinse water from her pads) ..."
- Jennifer T.

All these cloth pad using women were raving about how nice it was to be connected to the moon and shit when they wash their pads. So I thought, what the heck? Let's see if goddesses start visiting me at night and if trees start growing taller all around me if I too start washing my own pads.

So far it's been a big mess. These pads have buttons and not adhesive so they slide up and down like an elevator on my underwear. I went to check on my progress this morning and it looked like a freaking murder scene. Blood everywhere. The pad decided to kind of twist and curl up on me and not really absorb but just "catch." And then I proceeded to wash the first one and I didn't feel closer to my womanhood, more like-- nauseous.

It is a lot more comfy though. And it does make me smile to look down in my unders and see these funny patterns looking back at me, even though as the hours pass, they are harder to discern under the layer of... you know.

I did take pictures of my houseplant "before" watering it with "blood water" (supposedly plants grow like crazy when you water them with the water used to clean the pads, a la "Little Shop of Horrors") and in a few weeks I will take the "after" picture. Already, I notice that my plant looks a little more upright. By tomorrow I am sure it will coerce me into killing the local dentist for more blood.

Anyway enough about periods-- the show! the show!!

So the show was an absolute success! And nobody questioned my street cred! People stood up after and most importantly, I felt really really good about it. A lot of my friends who live up in the Bay came out, so that was excellent.

My director, Randee Trabitz and I worked so hard on every second of the show and the execution felt almost flawless. I even found myself improvising a lot with the audience and even worked this drunk woman in the audience into the whole show. "Can someone stop the drunk lady!?!" I screamed out at one point.

I really thought I was done with "Free?" and ready to retire it but looks like I may be ready to tour it again in the future.

What was really fun was working in the new sections. The "Department of Homeland Suckurity" was a preshow "pat-down" of the audience. We used eight performers from the local Bay Area community in the show. I, of course, was the head officer and made sure to do super invasive checks for "weapons of mass destruction" on some really good looking audience members.



What was super fun was this big musical finale we did at the end. I was really stretching the definition of "hip hop theater" by adding a half naked guy to the dance and all these big cops.

There was a Q&A after and a woman in the audience asked me, "So what do your parents think of your work?" My folks were sitting right behind her. I said, "Go ask them! They are right behind you!" Then I screamed out to the whole audience: "Mr. and Mrs. Wong Ladies and Gentlemen!" My dad and mom stood up holding hands with their fists raised up. The crowd was screaming and clapping for them. It was so awesome.


And now I am going to NEW YORK CITY!!!

After years of trying to crack the "how do I get a show in New York City" code, I've finally gotten my first invitation to perform at the Hip Hop Theater Festival at the Public Theater in Manhattan! I'm performing on June 21!!!


Above is Kamilah Forbes and Danny Hoch! Kamilah is the Artistic Director of the NYC Hip Hop Fest. She's also a badass. She saw my show in Berkeley and the next day, she invited me to be part of the line up! So freaking awesome! I'm so psyched!!!

It was also really awesome to meet Danny. He'd come to one of my classes when I was an undergrad. He is a superbly successful solo performer and writer. Like me, he got a Creative Capital Grant this year. So I'm in amazing company.

I had so much fun hanging with all the cats from New York who were in the Bay Area for the festival. Danny shared his spaghetti with me.

Stargazing in Los Angeles

I've been back all week but was hosting my SF friend Claire, so that's why I didn't get much time to write. She wanted to do the star maps thing. I never did it before. It is so depressing to see how rich people are living in this town.

Hey all, I am back in LA after a really long 11 day residency in the Bay Area. The show went great, I will post pics soon.

I just wanted to let you all know that I am on the radio tomorrow and you can listen to it wherever you are in the world, as long as you have an internet connection. I am on Riku Matsuda's morning program Thursday morning (5/25) from 7-8am PST (most likely in the last half hour) talking about my car, my art, my resuable menstrual pads, my new show, my yarn addiction, and other stuff that people should talk about at 7am.

You can listen online at kpfk.org

We may take callers so don't be mean if you call.

I have been in the Bay Area for almost a week, knee deep in rehearsals for my show TOMORROW, thursday! This artist-in-residence thing has us doing 12 hours days in the theater! I'm so tired but charged up. This is going to be the most awesome show ever. I am using eight performers from the local community in the preshow, throughout the show and the fantastic finale. We're quite fabulous and I am really satisfied with the work that Randee and I have produced in the show. I'm really bummed how hard I work to put a show up only once.

I did an interview that appeared in today's East Bay Express! I had talked to the reporter by cell phone last week just before I went to pay for my pink mercedes veggie car and the car became a huge focus of the article!!!!!

Anyway, I don't know what else to say but please please please come to this show if you are in the Bay. I don't do runs, only these big bang'em up showdowns!

Again, the deets for tomorrow show.


Free?
Written and Performed by Kristina Wong
Directed by Randee Trabitz
Presented by the Hip Hop Theater Festival
La Pena Cultural Center 3105 Shattuck Ave. in Berkeley
8pm
$10/$8
HHTF shorts by Ise Lyfe and the Suicide Kings

So I finally turned in my horoscopes to Playgirl. I had a blast playing the role of Madame Cleo to suburban America. I'm perhaps the funniest porn magazine fake astrologist that ever lived.

Without showing you what I wrote for the horoscopes (so that you still have reason to pick up the issue), I will divulge a laundry list of words and phrases that appear as part of my amazing psychic predictions.

sausage
wiener (Thanks Ewan for the correct spelling of this word)
"Adventures in Dick Hunting"
dry humping
rubbing
a la "Horny Housewife" amateur porn
pubes
fingers
mighty mite
shock and awe
poledance class
Glamourshots
dividends
homebase
endurance
myspace
Jerry Springer Show
bossy bottom
C battery
harem
action
yacht

Am I channeling Robert Frost or what? I was really impressed with the huge arsenal of language that I tapped into. Ah, all that "post feminist research" has finally paid off.


In other news, I am leaving for the Bay Area tomorrow. I forget sometimes that between being a commercial actor, blogger, future veggie car driver, porn magazine astrologist, cat owner, girlfriend and bicyclist that I am also a solo performer with a solo show!

In a last ditch attempt to get more folks to the show, I sent an email to my high school reunion listserv, where I re-introduced myself to the gals I went to school with and asked them to come check the show out since many of them live in San Francisco still.

Hey Skippers!

My name is Kristina Wong and I went to school with you. You may remember me as your highly sexually repressed Senior Class Vice President who won speech trophies and scholarships for writing frighteningly Republican-esque patriotic speeches. I also performed some really politically incorrect skits at assemblies with Sara ___ (she also went to school with you). I've enclosed a picture of me from our sophomore year of high school to refresh your memory. (Just ignore the fellow in the picture, he's not important to this email.)

Some of you may remember me, some of you may hate me and found me to be extremely backstabbing and annoying, some of you may have been jealous of my bodacious curves and ability to woo men with just a look (like that Chinese actress who played the Japanese Geisha in "Memoirs of a Geisha"), and hopefully, some of you liked me enough to read this far into the email...


Anyway, here's the info on my show again.... Please come and laugh at me and feel sorry for me.
















Free?
Written and Performed by Kristina Wong
Directed by Randee Trabitz



With more street cred than you can shake a pair of Hammer pants at, Kristina Wong swoops into the Bay Area Hip Hop Theater Festival to riff on notions of freedom in times that would make Joe McCarthy gasp. Show highlights include satirical homage to save the world in five minutes spoken word, homeland suckurity, and that new disease from Asia -- what was it this time? Also an auction of old gentrified neighborhoods. Bidding paddles will be provided.

Thursday May 18, 2006, 8pm
$10gen. ($8 seniors & students W/ID)
La Pena Cultural Center
3105 Shattuck Avenue, Berkeley, CA 94705
Event info also at http://lapena.org/event/145
There will also be opening performances by Ise Lyfe and the Suicide Kings. You get three shows in one!

This presentation of "Free?" is made possible with a residency from the National Performance Network.



(Oh yes, if you were wondering, my pink mercedes veggie car has been paid for, but it is not ready yet to drive. I will post pics when I get it.)

Playgirl Magazine asked me today to write their Horoscope Column for an upcoming issue. Sure, I don't know my Libras from my Virgos or what the F "mercury in retrograde" means-- but they think I'm a freaking riot and that's what matters. Apparently, I am sexy and funny and people will read the astrological predictions I yank from my ass!

And you know what rocks even harder? I'm getting paid! I think I am getting more for this gig that any other writing gig in a while. My dream of being a hack astrologist for a porn magazine read mostly by gay men and suburban housewives has finally come alive. My grandparents' heartwrenching journey by boat to America so many years ago has finally been made worth it. I look up and see my grandmother, smiling at me from heaven-- so proud that her grandaughter's writing will share the same binding as a guy with a really long schlong.

Finally, my BA in English from UCLA, my never finished MFA in Creative Writing, and all those writing fellowships are going to be realized in literary brilliance like this...


Gemini (May 21-June 20)
Hey freaksauce! This is the month to chuck your vanilla for the horsey butt plug, those crotchless panties, and the scary-as-hell double dong. Just play it safe and don’t record anything. After this month, it’s back to straight lacing, so live it up while the stars are on your side!


Maya Angelou-- eat your heart out!

Lovecraft just sent over the photos of my potential new/used car. It's GORGEOUS. I already wrote them telling them I could pay for this as soon as tomorrow. Look and be jealous of my Angelyne -esqe veggie oil car!!!!

I sound like a total valley girl as I write this but rallies are fun! I thought rallies were dumb when I was in college and could never get with it. But being part of today's rally, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of families, working people, and people united for human dignity was so profoundly moving. It was not angry people being angry together. It was people with hope for a more dignified life, marching together. Being a community together.
















I ran into so many friends just by accident. For the first time in a while, the American flag was not a symbol of ultra right wing evangelical fear mongering, but was actually something I could get with and feel proud to stand under.




















(Here I am with Marcus. He was marching since that morning from Downtown.)

We are a nation of immigrants. A speaker asked for people to say where they represent. He went through a list of countries and people cheered if their origins were from there. Then he said, "China?" I was the lone "Yippee!" in my part of the largely Latino crowd. It felt weird to claim, being 3rd/ 4th generation and feeling more Korean, if anything, lately. But yea biotch-- CHINA! That was me!
















(I ran into my friend Jen Brown who is in the new film "Americanese.")



















(One of my favorite writers, Noel Alumit.)



















I must say that if you do a rally in LA or anywhere, I do recommend a bike. You cover a lot of ground quickly and squeeze in the "alternative transporation" political agenda in by default. All these people were taking pictures of me and my bike! It was so awesome to see fellow cyclists. Especially the lowrider bikes! Cyclists have such a great comraderie at events like this. They would start up conversations with me as we went by each other. Give the tacit hellos over the handlebars. I rode my bike almost all the way home from the rally (I needed the bus to get me through the dark non-sidewalked parts of Beverly Hills and Century City.)
















(Says the sign: "God created a world without borders.")

















I got teary when Mayor Villaraigosa took the mic and said, "We are all the children of immigrants. We all have come here to work and work towards the American Dream."

(And now... my American Dream is to meet all the deadlines I am behind on because I was celebrating the American Dream!)

How's this for a bad activist? I didn't know about today's MayDay until my boyfriend was frantically stocking our apartment with groceries this past weekend saying, "Baby, you can't buy anything Monday. You can't eat out. I've bought groceries to last us through Monday. I'm not going to work." Then he explained why MayDay is so important. We even watched a documentary last night about the struggles of undocumented laborers in Farmingville. In apartment education!

If May 1 is Workers Day then April 30 was "Buy two days worth of stuff day."

Today's an act of resistance we can all get with-- don't go to work! Go out to the streets. If my armchair activist partner can do it, so can you!

I had heard about this holiday last year. It has appeared in tiny gray font on my datebooks along with other widely unknown holidays. I think my friends were bitching about how everyone in the world EXCEPT here in the US people celebrate the worker. We have holidays for dead presidents, veterans, and Jesus-- so why not the worker?

Anyway, don't feel bad if you can't come out to the rallies. I myself have to go to an audition before going down to the rally. (Hey, gotta get a couple commercials a year to pay the bills.)

Here is something my friend Robert Karimi's older cousin posted about taking care of yourself and celebrating MayDay in whatever way you do. It is always more important to take care of yourself first. Then the revolution.

The revolutionary act of eating right on the day without an immigrant.
by mero cocinero karimi

I have received phone calls, emails from hundreds of you asking me if you should leave work or school today for day without an immigrant on May 1.

I am shocked by how many of you still have not decided. This day is not only about marching or rallying. It is about solidarity together with all peoples for human rights, to say the act of crossing a border should not be a felony. Taco Bell asks us to do it everyday, but no one is arresting the head of PepsiCo.

Remember, this day is about wellness. About a community walking, connecting and eating together.

First, we are a working people, so no one is going to be angry if you have to work to take care of your family or you have to buy aspirina because some one is sick. That's silly.

I remember when I was feeding tamales to janitors in San Francisco that were striking against their bosses, some strikers had to go home and take care of their children. Were they less in solidarity than the others who stayed? Did I feed them less tamales? No! My rule: everyone gets the same amount of tamales, no matter who they are.

Today, many of you will be marching, taking off from work or school, but don't forget about your health during this time. Many people who want to change society forget to eat a well balanced meal. To this I say: "Chingado! How can we balance society, if we are not balanced ourselves?"

Therefore, before you go out to scream and yell or march or even if you go to work today, make sure to eat something nutritious. To be in solidarity with the day's spirit, don't eat out. Make yourself some oatmeal or eat some fruit. Or...soy chorizo tacos always satisfy the hungry masses before a march.

Then, make sure to drink some juice and water. Hydration is the power. The conservatives may use water to oppress the people, but if you are filled with water, you will be less easy to oppress.

And, sit and eat. Don't rush. Take your time. If you choke on your food because you rush to eat, then fall to the ground, you cannot march or do anything, except lie on the ground.

If you are going to the various rallies today, make sure to take at least 2 bottles of water and some snacks, preferably nuts or fruit, nothing that will make you poofy. (Don't eat candies, especially those from corporations that do not support their workers desire for human rights.) The people united will never be defeated...especially if they are not eating junk food, and properly hydrated.

I would always tell Cesar that a poofy marcher makes for one that always has to go to the bathroom for indigestion and cannot march all the way to Sacramento.

Sadly, many people do not eat at all during rallies, and when it's time for the chanting, they are the softest chanters or they must stop because they lack energy, poder. And, what is a rally for change, for la fuerza de la community if the people lack power because their body lacks calories?

The conservatives like for us to eat 3 huge meals spread out so that we are easier to control and sell products to on primetime TV. Today, diga no!!! to huge meals. Eat small, constant, and healthy.

Finally, after your rally (or if you have to go to work, after work), meet some new friends, and invite them for dinner. This is what this day is about, connecting, discovering the connections within the community. If we just chant together, but do not eat together, how will we get to know one another and how can we truly be a community?

Bring your new friends home and make a simple dinner that will satisfy the hunger of the masses. Again, no fast food! I know, you have been rallying all day, and the last thing you want to do is cook. But many times waiting in line for a hamburgesa takes the same amount of time as to cook something simple. I have written down two recipes (one for my vegan comrades) that are quick and easy to make. I made them for anti-apartheid demonstrators in Chicago in 1984, and they still remind me today that simplicity can satisfy the hungry stomach to fuel the passionate heart.

So, remember, no matter how you choose to contribute today, that we must be balanced in our diet, energy, and hydration. The right wing does many things to destroy our indigestion: war in Iraq, pending war in Iran, and laws aimed to make us all sick to our stomachs. That’s why this day is momentous, and if we take care of ourselves today and everyday, we will be on the road to change this society by saying, “We are proud of who we are because we eat healthy, slow, and together.”

paz y hodahafiz.
mck

Simple Tostadas
1 pkg. of crispy tostadas (pre-made)
1 bunch of parsley, chopped
can of tomato sauce or El Pato (for those that like it spicy)
2 cups of quesadilla cheese or monterey jack or whatever cheese you have in the house, grated
1 can of pinto beans or black beans

In a quart sauce pan, place beans and cook on medium heat for 5 minutes. Lower heat if boiling. Add, onions, garlic or pepper for taste.

In another sauce pan, warm tomato sauce.

When tomato sauce and beans are warm, retrieve one tostada.
Spread sauce on tostada evenly. Place beans in the center of the tostada, making sure not to overload the tostada. It is preferably to make a little pyramid.
Then, place chopped parsley and cheese on top of beans. Enjoy!

Vegan alternative
Take out cheese. Otherwise the recipe is the same. Enjoy! Viva las vegans!

If you want your own tostadas. Use a package of corn tortillas, and heat some vegetable oil, then place tortillas in the hot pan. Make sure to use tongs because they heat will be hot and

If you do not have these ingredients, make something else that is simple. And then send me the recipe at revoluchef@gmail.com and I will post it on my new website for everyone to marvel at how solidarity can lead to ingenuity.




Mero Cocinero Karimi is a public access chef who hosts his own cooking show called Cooking Con Karimi. He is currently working on a new book of recipes, and travels the world cooking for those that are engaged in the struggle for justice for all oppressed peoples in the world, and... he believes that the revolution starts in the kitchen. To register for his monthly newslettter with recipes, tips, commentary, and events, and all comments or questions for mero cocinero, email revoluchef@gmail.com

I was reading a blog entry on myspace about someone who had attended a funeral of a family friend. The girl who died was very young. She was 24 and died in a car accident. He provided a link to her myspace page. It was strange. People were posting comments to her myspace page, remembering her after her death.

"See you soon."

"I'll miss you. RIP"

"I'll always have great memories of you."

My friend told me that a girl from her old college committed suicide. And she was memorialized in the same way. People were posting memorial messages on her myspace and classmates.com pages.

Their pages were the same as when they were alive. Their hometown, age, all those stats won't change now or ever. It's all the stuff that the people left behind add to it that change it.

One of my friendsters, a friend from college, passed away last year unexpectedly. It was so sad because I hadn't seen much of him. He was so nice to me and once gave me a shirt that said "Hello My Name is Satan." We were never super close, but I liked the guy a lot. Occasionally, I will look through my testimonials and see the really crass one he left for me about my nipples (which he never saw btw) that I kept up there because our friendship was odd like that. I also left him some really stupid and pointless testimonial in return about his kiddy porn collection (which I am assuming he didn't have).

I haven't deleted either of them.

After his death, I clicked onto his page and of course he hadn't logged on recently. It's almost eerie to look at it. Especially to see when he had last logged on and to know it won't change. It's odd to think that in cyber heaven, he still gets bulletin board posts about parties and rallies. They'll just collect there. Unread.

But there he is. Right there in front of me. There is his friendster page. He's not alive anymore, but you wouldn't know it.

It's got me thinking about the digital age and how we memorialize people. I actually started and never finished an art project after 9/11. I was collecting images of "digital memorabilia" that people were producing for the victims of 9/11. Much of it was completely consumer driven get rich quick stuff and totally inappropriate. It was almost appalling some of the t-shirts people were making for a quick buck. I went by the WTC site after 9/11. It was a street vendor's madhouse.

But what was the "appropriate" response?

So here are my questions. Do we tell Tom Anderson at myspace when their users have died? Is it appropriate to memorialize people in comments? Do we keep our friends who have passed in our myspace network?

Remember that old saying, "Wear clean underwear, in case you get hit by a truck?"

Is this something we need to think about in the digital age?

Keep your myspace profile "decent"-- you never know if you won't be able to edit it again?