What’s in a name?
It’s raining again here in NYC. Serious, thunder and lightning, shake the building kind of rain. Got my ass soaked heading up to the Bowery earlier. Everything but my crotch and my hair got wet! Two hours later and I’m still not completely dry. Anyway, I have a favor to ask all you random people
RIP: Celia Cruz
Salomé on Celia Cruz: I just got back from the funeral procession for Celia Cruz. They left the funeral home on 82nd street at 12:30pm and I figured I could wait a little while (since I’m on 55th street) before heading to Fifth Avenue to see her be carried to the mass at St. Patrick’s
Buckshot
1) I’m so over Angelina Jolie. Caught pieces of her interview last week and couldn’t help but be irritated. Salomé nailed it: “She’s a spoiled, overprivileged brat that craves attention.” Or something to that effect. Seriously, though, she’s got big boobs and lips (but no hips or ass at all!) and has done a couple
A poem for Mr. Wayne
This might end up over on Gotham City News once I figure out what exactly I want to do with it. The blog, I mean. Wrote it today at lunch, sitting in Battery Park, having completely forgotten I was supposed to be at the the dentist! Gotham City Suite Untitled, #1 somewhere in the city
Hanging With The Anti-Clique
Work Is Love Haiku Four foot eleven I love her like few others Ishle is the bomb! Ishle’s CD release party for Work Is Love was a lot of fun. It was the first time I’d hosted something at the Bowery Poetry Club and a nice turnout (Ishle’s always had a strong following, though the
Happy Anniversary to us!
Yesterday was our 5th Anniversary! There was a point last year when that seemed like a milestone we might not reach. Weird thing about stress, when there’s no specific source that you can address directly, it can turn inward and devour you. If 2002 went in the books as a down year in the marriage
Wednesday is new comic book day!
So I’ve gotten into yet another flame war with Danny Solis on the poetry_slam list. Why can’t I just leave that shit alone? The whole PSI thing, I mean. Solis is this big-ass, dreadlocked Mexican poet, currently out of Albuquerque, NM. If you saw SlamNation, he’s on the Austin team, in that fun little group
What the hell, all the kids are doing it…! THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME: Blind loyalty Apathy Money (as in too much of it) THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH: Michael Savage (you HAVE to laugh, o’wise, you have to take him seriously) Isaac (esp. when he’s mad) Shappy THREE THINGS I LOVE: My wife
Devouring Comics
Whenever I find a new passion – whether person, place or thing – I tend to throw myself into it 120%. Having cleared my plate of the administrative responsibilities (and psychological baggage) of running a little bit louder, comic books have quickly and completely rushed in to fill the void. I am so hooked! Finished
Fulano, Live!
Have you ever heard me live? Fulano. Listen to the live version, recorded at the 1999 NPS Semi-Finals when we were facing the Nuyorican in the most intense slam I’ve ever been in. The studio version, done on minidisc in Soft Skull’s original Shortwave store in Tonic, sucks. There’s also the nycSLAMS and 5 PAST