Tag: Bronx

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

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

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

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

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt State Park turned out to be a perfect place for an extended family picnic and Saturday’s weather couldn’t have been better for it. Considering I haven’t been to the gym in over a month now, I should have known better than to jump into a game of two-hand touch without stretching at

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Last night at Acentos was like an uninterrupted 24-hour stint in the recharger and I’m feeling good about poetry again and hopeful about the scene in general. I’ve always said being nervous before a performance is a good sign that you still care about what you’re doing. Jessica, Nina and Maria obviously care about poetry,

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Sent my BRIO submission in today, two days before the deadline. Thank you, Express Mail! It’s the first time I’ve submitted for something like this – other than a single poem entered in a Literal Latte contest way back in 1999; I just don’t have the self-discipline – and it was a real challenge to

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

On Supporting Edwards

If you’ve read this journal at any point during the past eight months or so, you know I love debating politics. If you know me personally, you also know I despise blind, unquestioning devotion to anyone or anything. This weekend, I responded to a mass email from a Kucinich supporter offering their take on Johns

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Dear God, it’s me, Guy. Enough with the fucking snow!!!!! Let’s call it ghetto-OnStar. That’s when you get on your cell phone and have someone go online and give you directions via MapQuest because you’re lost in a blizzard! Last night, playing the good samaritan, I dropped off Bonafide and Jessica after a fun night

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

A little perspective on the New Hampshire primary: Population: 1,275,056 (est.) –> The Bronx has 1,332,650 (est.) Demographics: 95% White –> The U.S. is 81% White Registered Voters: 740,000 (est.) –> 37% are registered as Republicans, 38% as independents, 26% as Democrats. Expected turnout today: 180,000. Delegates: 22 –> Howard Dean currently leads with 104

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2003 In Review

This will have to last through Monday… 1. What did you do in 2003 that you’d never done before? Contributed $$$ to a political campaign. 2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Don’t generally make specific resolutions other than to be true to myself. I am

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

The Grand Concourse is covered in snow. Our living room window overlooks the Concourse. It is stunningly beautiful outside right now, in that way New York only ever is during the first snow of the winter. Eight inches fell so far and there’s at least that much coming tomorrow. I want to wake up early

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