In response to a promotional email I received from Borders today: To: (ccare@bordersstores.com) Sent: 12/05/2003 8:49:26 AM Subject: Re: Save 15% for a Limited Time Only (Fwd By Digital Impact) In solidarity with your workers in Ann Arbor and Minneapolis, I will not be shopping at Borders (or Waldenbooks or Amazon.com) until management reaches an
Last night was just plain stupid. I mean Stooopid! Like the younguns say it. It started off shaky as the quintet of drunken, rowdy firemen did much to make you forget these guys risk their lives playing with fire. I know it’s a stressful job and they need to blow off steam like anyone else
Teaching in the Bronx, but no MFA!
Had the pleasure of doing a reading/Q&A at the Riverdale Neighborhood House last night for a group of teens from a workshop run by Corie Feiner (fka Corie Herman) as part of a residency she’s had since 2000, thanks to Poets & Writers. One of the coolest gigs I could imagine, teaching kids writing in
Letter to the Editor, NY Daily News: re: No to #3 In opposing Proposal #3, I find it ironic that the major party leaders on the City Council would stand together to proclaim that non-partisan elections “would make party labels meaningless and, more important, make choices much more difficult for voters.” I’d argue that it
Because I’m avoiding work… A – Act your age: 34 (shh!) B – Best friend: Salomé, Eric C – Chore you hate: Cleaning the bathroom D – Dad’s name: Francisco E – Essential make-up item: Hair Gel F – Favorite actress: Salma Hayek G – Gold or silver: Silver H – Hometown: Bronx, NY I
Poet bios are some of the most annoyingly pretentious things ever, entertainingly similar to “the bigger the car, the smaller the dick” theory. I’m talking about the ones provided for intros at shows, not what people put in their books or on their websites. Long lists of chapbooks, CDs, shows, slam teams, features, etc. B-O-R-I-N-G!
First of all, what marketing genius thought that the marginally-talented, off-Broadway-bound RUNNER-UP Clay Aiken was an appropriate choice for singing the National Anthem of the first game of the World Series?!?! That was as classless as the bonehead Yankee fans booing the Marlins during the introductions. Speaking of booing during introductions – in a funny
So the great blackout of ’03 is fading into history and, while an interesting experience (and assuming the worst is really over), I can’t complain. The lights went out at my job at 4:13pm, just as I was in the initial stages of wrapping up the loose ends on everything I’m juggling before I leave
“I know where weapons of mass destruction are… Joblessness is a weapon of mass destruction. Poverty is a weapon of mass destruction. Homelessness is a weapon of mass destruction. Poor health care is a weapon of mass destruction. And when the government lies to the American people, that is a weapon of mass destruction!!” —
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