Desperate for a Return to Relevancy
So the spineless Bill Bradley is endorsing Howard Dean and the still-fawning media is reporting it like it’s some kind of coup. The same Bill Bradley who lacked the guts to keep pressing his own “insurgent” campaign in 2000 (when he had Gore on the ropes and could have brought his hard-earned delegates to the
Stupid People Piss Me Off
Took another one of those online polls today, “What Pisses You Off?” I got “Stupid People Piss You Off.” Well, duh! That’s not worth posting. On a lighter note, Sunday’s Pietri benefit was a great success. Kudos to Fish for pulling it off lovely. I got there about an hour-and-a-half in, Isaac on one arm,
I used to be the king of mix tapes, whether for myself or girlfriends, and Napster has brought back old memories as I’ve been digging through my CD collection to create playlists of music I haven’t listened to in ages. Way back in the day – when vinyl still ruled and CD players were only
It’s 2004 and we’re back home
So far so good… Tomorrow afternoon, I’m hosting the second half of the Rev. Pietri fundraiser at the Bowery Poetry Club. Lot of great poets coming out including Amiri & Amina Baraka, Quincy Troupe, Emily XYZ, Bob Holman, Willie Perdomo, Cheryl Boyce Taylor, Danny Shot and many others. Come on out and support a good
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
An hour south of Tashluta, the Hazur river had begun to narrow somewhat to no more than 30 yards at its widest point. Indo Skulldark sat at the rear of the small fishing boat warily eyeing the ragged banks that rose steeply on either side making them easy prey for bandit archers or griffons looking
Coming to you live from Richmond, Virginia! First things first, check out more of the Tales of the Merchant’s Friend. Wrote the latest entry earlier this afternoon during a rare couple of hours to myself. We didn’t actually get to VA until early Monday morning, delayed two days by the kids being so sick, particularly
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
Belgeon Urthadar absently rubbed at the scar on his forearm as Shann Tharden outlined the impending mission to the Village Stethlan, an outpost farming village on the Hazur River, near the northern edge of the Hazur Mountains that lay southwest of Tashluta. The village’s prosperous brewery, famous throughout the region for its potent Stethlan Stout,
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
The smell of charred wood and flesh had reached his nostrils a full mile before he’d reached its source – each step closer making it impossible to not assume the worst. Corin knew the tangled, unmarked paths of the Black Jungles like he knew his own name – intimately and without effort, moving swiftly towards
Two quick things: 1. The D&D novelization is up and running here: Tales of the Merchant’s Friend 2. Happy holidays! This Christmas was notable for multiple duplicate gifts and sick & puking kids! Despite all that, it comes at the end of the one of the best years I’ve had in a looooooong time. Best
Chapter One: Brief Introductions
Tashluta, Ches 1st (The Claw of the Sunsets), 1372 DR (The Year of Wild Magic) Turtle Harbor lazily slapped against the Tashlutan docks, raising a welcome mist that splashed across Shann Tharden’s tan, unlined face. Standing in front of a small warehouse building at the end of the docks, she turned east to look towards