Who I Be?
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A Change of Direction
A Change of Direction I. North When you traded in the fading sports car for the used station wagon, there were no regrets, simply an acknowledgement of time and place shifting, a welcome change of direction. [redacted due to publication.]
Fail to plan, plan to fail
“I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.”–E. B. White Spindle I have a tendency to be a bit impulsive at times; to jump into things without thinking them through, flying by the seat of my pants and
QotD: My Solo Getaway
Would you go on vacation by yourself, and if so where would you go?Submitted by Sean & Stefan. New Mexico Assuming money’s no object, I’d start in New Mexico, rent a real Jeep and spend two weeks driving throughout the Southwest — NM, Arizona, Texas, down into Mexico — taking in as many cities and open spaces
Gym Dandy
It’s been a month since I started going back to the gym, and though my weight loss has pretty much come to a halt at 183lbs, I can definitely see the difference as I’m starting to tone up, and feel the difference as my stamina continues to improve each week. My complete workout is roughly 60
I Hate Memes
…the way I hate cheap beer. In the right setting, nothing beats a cold PBR in a can. Plus, I was tagged. First the housekeeping. The rules of this meme are:1. Let others know who tagged you.2. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.3. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their
Honesty, Batman and “I”, and Moving Forward
Jason Carney After reading Tony Brown’s latest Zero Point Zero column, “Kicking an Addiction“, a couple of things jumped out at me about my own writing that I’ve always known but kept buried in one of the more remote closets in my brain. Much like the speaker in Buddy Wakefield’s poem “Convenience Stores,” I’m addicted
WGUY in Cincinnati
WKRP Talk about a one-two punch! I was out in Cincinnati yesterday for my job and, as I’m heading into my first meeting, I get a text message from Salomé that India didn’t make it into the NEST program. BODY BLOW! I wasn’t completely surprised, though I’d been holding on to the slimmest of hopes that
Shaking off the rust
Nuyorican Performing your poetry onstage isn’t like riding a bike at all, unless you’re talking about the part where your foot keeps slipping off the pedal and it bloodies your shin. I used to hate that! When I decided last week to hit the Nuyorican for last night’s slam, I figured it’d be a fun, low-pressure show where
Old New York Love Story
Old New York Love Story I like the vibe in this place The bartender, my mother-in-law if she were a bartender, dresses for the crowd in a shiny black bustier and tight black polyester capris long copper-dyed hair pulled back into a poofy ponytail she flirts like Pollock attacking a canvas, seemingly random until the