Yummy Sandwich: Revisited
Due to a sudden rise in Google searches for “Yummy Sandwich” leading to my journal over the weekend, and a couple of sad attempts at revisionist spin in my comments section, let’s recap for the newcomers. 1) On May 20, 2004, I wrote about Yummy Sandwich’s Powerpoint presentation and it’s questionable use of “illegal immigrants”
FLATLAND: The Village Gar’tor
By St. Cuthbert’s beard, I signed up for the military to kill Orcs! Kobolds and half-orcs and the ignorant humans willing to deal with them were not what I’d expected. Never mind the undead! If I wasn’t disappointed when they split Leoroar and I into different units, I certainly was when I fell beneath the
Comical Stereotypes
SCENE: Midtown Comics, East-side. A half-block-long line of stereotypical geeks, mostly male, and a smattering of normal-looking geeks, all male. I like to believe I’m one of the latter. There was a time when I would have felt extremely self-conscious in a situation like that, standing on line outside a comic book store waiting to
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Pumpkin Seeds: Post-Father’s Day Edition
1. Isaac, my 3.5 year old son, can’t understand why mommy and daddy can’t stay in bed with him and watch Noggin instead of going to work. Frankly, neither can I.
Making Connections
You’re not a poet, you just slam a lot. I should note that I tend to define slam poets in a very general sense, beyond the specifics of the actual competition. IMO, non-competing poets that read frequently at slam-affiliated open mics are also slam poets, looking for and benefitting from the audience the competition attracts
Going Crazy
Blame it on Matt Ruff but there’s days I wish I suffered from Multiple Personality Disorder. I am Jack’s raging spleen. It’s not really a new feeling but it’s become more…defined (?) since I read his Set This House in Order: A Romance of Souls. And it’s not because he glorified things, or whitewashed the
Pumpkin Seeds: Fortress of Solitude Edition
1. The list of things I didn’t do this weekend that I wanted to do is annoyingly long and indicative of the mental rut I’ve been in lately. 2. On the positive side, I somehow got a little bit of writing done and any time we get to spend two full days relaxing at home
FLATLAND: Prologue
SAMUEL FLETCHER Ought-Seven:UE (Unasian Era) By the age of thirty-seven, Samuel Fletcher had cheated death more times than he could recall, thanking Olidammara at every opportunity. Taken from his village and pressed into military service at 15 years old, he’d come of age during a violent and lawless time, spending his next fifteen years fighting
SUGGESTED READING LIST
Not sure which one I’ll read next but thanks to all for the suggestions a while back. A pretty diverse list. Prison Memiors of an Anarchist Alexander Berkman Running with Scissors Dry Augusten Burroughs The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay Michael Chabon Meaning of Consuelo Judith Ortiz Cofer Learning to Question Paulo Freire, Antonio