Pumpkin Seeds: Randomonia Edition
1. Salomé doesn’t want her own blog because she hates those that are of the self-absorbed, “Today, I went to…” variety. Between that and her complete disdain for politics, I’m starting to believe she really does only use my blog for the links to other people’s blogs. That’s what she tells me, at least! Meanwhile,
Happy birthday to me! Great weekend, great party, great presents, including… Batman pajamas! Best birthday ever? Perhaps. Pretty damn close, that’s for sure! PS: I couldn’t care less about the Olympics but the no-name Puerto Rico basketball team dismantling the egotistical, overhyped and overpaid USA Dream Team IV was a beautiful thing. Punks!
Pumpkin Seeds: Wizard of Oz Edition
1. I have no problem with anonymous comments – not everybody wants/needs to sign up for a Blogger account – but to do so maliciously, purposely hiding your identity so you can make hurtful or inflammatory statements is just cowardly, petty bullshit. To go so far as to create a fake Blogger account for the
Weddings
When Salomé and I got married back in 1998, it was a step into completely foreign territory as none of our close friends were married, few even in serious relationships. Not counting my father’s shotgun second marriage at town hall 18 years earlier, I’d never even been to a wedding before! Our wedding was a
John Rodriguez was a breath of fresh air at last night’s Acentos, dropping a solid mix of old and new work, as well as a nice little slam on half of the unusually weak open mic. “Hey, Guy, remember when I used to yell all my shit? Waving my hands like I was conducting the
It’s been four days since my last confession, Blogger, but in a rare switcheroo, I was busy talking smack over on my little-used LiveJournal account, commenting on the debacle that was the 2004 National Poetry Slam. I won’t get into it here other than to say, while I feel bad for those who attended and
Best. Feature. Ever.
Thanks to everyone that came out to the Blue Ox last night. There’s no possible way you could have enjoyed it more than I did but I hope it came close. Having family, both blood and chosen, and friends in the audience along with a nice mix of complete strangers helped make it a truly
Intellectual curiosity is an aphrodisiac. I’m no elitist, but I do have high standards for certain things, especially when it comes to having a clue about current events and a passion for reading in general. You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every book ever published. You are a fountain of endless (sometimes useless) knowledge,
Aniticpating Acentos
I don’t usually get nervous about a reading until 10-15 minutes before it starts so the premature butterflies that have been floating around since last night have me feeling really dizzy. I found out last night that my aunt, youngest on my father’s side and more like a cousin, is coming to the reading and
Nothing like terror alerts, Footloose and ESPN NFL 2K5 to cap off a fun but tiring weekend! Something in Bloomberg’s demeanor during today’s press conference suggested this particular alert is the real deal and not some post-Democratic Convention political boogeyman cooked up by Karl Rove and friends. He looked intense and tired, like he’d been