Mike Vitale

This picture could be a motivational poster in a business office.

Somethings about paths diverging around bends or some other horses**t.

What I really wanna talk about is boogers. Sometimes, after a cold, you get these little crusty things around the edge of the nostrils and it is oh so satisfying to pick those away.

Yeah.

There’s some s**t around that bend. Don’t pick your nose, unless you want boogers on your phone.

I wish that you could see this, and that you would let me know that you do. It feels nice to be seen by people.

I’ve had times in my life where I feel like a wallflower—or that I am not seen by people. Really seen. Not what they project upon me. Not what they hate in themselves.

Me.

Maybe you have felt that way too. It’s not the best feeling in the world.

At any rate. I will say, that I enjoyed the time that people saw my posts on here in more ubandance.

This is now though, and now people that were curious about me or even a fan of me and my music and whatever else I make, don’t see much of anything.

There is an algorithm between you and I.

I didn’t ask for that algorithm, so it wasn’t invited to this party as far as I am concerned.

Considering it has no feelings, or thoughts on the matter, I thought I would reach out to you directly, to say hi, instead.

While I do not know the complete ins and outs of the access windows this algorithm is creating, I can, being a simple person, say that since I do in fact have feelings and thoughts on the matter of algorithms, that it would be nice to be seen, and to see you again on posts such as this.

Should you have any interest in seeing more of my creations in your feed, you would simply need to start by engagaing with this post. That can be as simple as a 👍🏼 and a comment saying “hi”. However, I am not going to lie: brownie points for creativity, especially in the comments.

I have a feeling that the written posts, pictures, and reels seen in your feed, all have their own unique algorithm window, so you would then need to like whatever of mine you are interested in seeing more of, as it passes through the feed. It may work from visiting my profile too.

At any rate: consider this my smoke signal to you. I deeply and truly miss your company on this camping trip we call life. I hope to reach your eyes, and minds, and ears, and hearts again, one day. It was a privilege while it lasted.

xoxoxoxoxo

mike

I In Genus
by Me

Who put the I in Genus?
Would it be best not to admit?
Living within the lines
Of Samuel Langhorne’s wit

“Thousands of geniuses live and die
Completely undiscovered
Either by themselves
Or the company of others”

Counterfeit’s a worry
And people can be cruel
Yet ingenious enjoy the act of creation
Alone in one’s room

What I can admit
Faintly whispered if I try
When I have made like the maker
I know, because I cry

Photo: “Astronomer by Candlelight” by Gerrit Dou 1613-1679 (in display at the J Paul Getty Museum).

For any friends in the Carlsbad area, I’m so stoked to be playing a few sets tonight (Dec 7th) at the Pacific Point in the Park Hyatt Aviara Resort from 6pm to 9pm. Hope everyone is having a wonderful Saturday!