Author: Guy LeCharles Gonzalez

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I’ve given in to several requests and – crossing my fingers – have added a “comments” function to my journal. It’s actually a guestbook, a la Rich Villar’s, but I like the running commentary setup over the post-specific format. All I ask is that you have the courtesy to not be anonymous if you post

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Balseros One of the most heartbreaking documentaries I’ve ever seen. The flip side of Buena Vista Social Club and a must-see for all you pseudo-revolutionaries out there that need a little dose of reality to flesh out your one-dimensional rants. Director Carles Bosch makes no judgments on the lives of the Cuban rafters he follows

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I survived. Oral surgery is barbaric. Dentists that reference Marathon Man while you’re in the chair aren’t funny. The actual extractions only took about 20 minutes. Slept with a mouthful of gauze last night. Curious about the vicodin but haven’t had any pain to justify taking it. Stayed home today, caught up on sleep and

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“I know where weapons of mass destruction are… Joblessness is a weapon of mass destruction. Poverty is a weapon of mass destruction. Homelessness is a weapon of mass destruction. Poor health care is a weapon of mass destruction. And when the government lies to the American people, that is a weapon of mass destruction!!” —

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Couple of weeks ago, I think it was July 3rd, I got out of work early and decided to take a long walk uptown before hopping on the train home. Skirted Battery Park, past the evil DMV and headed towards the hole in the ground formerly known as the World Trade Center. I walked up

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Running makes me feel good

The good thing about exercising is that once you get over the initial hump of reluctance and pain, it actually becomes a lot of fun. I’ve always been pretty lucky that, no matter how badly I get out of shape, I usually bounce back pretty quickly once I get serious. In just a month of

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Fulano, comic books and…porn stars?

Friday’s feature went really well. Ended up being a 20-minute set but, not knowing til the last minute, I’d prepared a flexible enough list beforehand (aka Down the Hatch: 2 beers, atomic wings & waffle fries!) and was pretty comfortable dealing with the time limit. Mixed some really old with some brand new as I

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The Box Monster

There’s several milestones in your kid’s life that you look forward to, some happily, some with dread. This morning, Isaac hit one of the those. Last night, he discovered the box our latest shipment of Green Mountain Coffee came in (Fair Trade, ahem…) and started playing with it, standing in it, putting his toys in

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Hey Mr. Ashcroft!

It’s a truly fucked-up world we’re living in! Watch what you read?!?! Reading the wrong thing in public can get you in trouble. I’ve printed the offending article out and am going to read it outside at lunch. Come get me, Mr. Ashcroft!

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Remember the Open Room?

Been sent some interesting names for the show so far, with early favorites Performance Anxiety, Breaking Form and Word of Mouth. Send more. Haven’t heard back from Jackie Sheeler yet about the length of tomorrow’s feature so I’m getting a little antsy about my set. There’s a big difference between 20, 30 and 45-minute sets.

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