Author: Guy LeCharles Gonzalez

last.fm Because there aren't enough distractions online, I've signed up for yet another one: last.fm. It's a social networking site that links people through their musical tastes, not via hyperlinked entries in an "interests" box, but by tracking everything you listen to on your computer and creating a personal radio station that others can listen to, potentially discovering new songs and artists. It also allows artists to upload their own music and make it available for preview and/or download, offering the potential for reaching new audiences in a way that's more organic than MySpace. So yeah, I signed up, set my Windows…

Isaac @ Trophy Time The only thing cooler than handing out obligatory trophies to a group of kids who actually earned them, is having your son be one of those kids! (That's the trophy in the brown paper bag there, not the heirloom Gonzalez 40, thank you!) The Pee Wee Marlins' Tee Ball season came to a fantastic end this past weekend and they played their best game yet, hands down, on offense and defense. Even better, they did it against the Pee Wee Mets, the only other team I felt was as organized and, if I may say so myself, well-coached as we…

NOTE: I re-posted this to test out the x-posting to LiveJournal feature. For those who want to comment without setting up a Vox account, now you can! a little bit louder I hit 13 on Monday night, a last -minute call as I was working late, catching up on post-BEA stuff, and decided it would be a good time to test out my latest poem, Truth is an Olympic Gymnast. I wrote the first draft a couple of weeks ago when I went to Botanica to clear my head, and had just given it a pretty thorough edit during lunch earlier that…

Marble Cover Notebook I hit Botanica last night -- one of my all-time-favorite dives, and the bar where I did most of my writing and drinking back in '97 and '98 -- with a head full of vague ideas that I needed to let loose onto the pages of my marble cover notebook. I've gotten so used to writing on the computer over the years I'd forgotten how liberating it can be to do a little old-fashioned pen-and-paper, stream of conciousness writing, especially sitting in a bar, beer close at hand, and potential stories all around you. Last time out was an unexpected fluke, but this…