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A guillotine, a Sister of Battle, and a scrapbook picture from the 2001 National Poetry Slam.

The Freshmen

I love this song, although, reading the lyrics, I realized I had no clue what the hell it's about! Abortion, maybe? Definitely a suicide in there. THE VERVE PIPE The Freshmen When I was young I knew everything She a punk who rarely ever took advice Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice I can't be held responsible 'Cause she was touching her face I won't be held responsible She fell in love in the first place For the life of me I cannot remember What…

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A guillotine, a Sister of Battle, and a scrapbook picture from the 2001 National Poetry Slam.

This is Not Goodbye

Last night was a lot of fun. A bit too much, maybe, as my hungover ass stayed home today! Shappy beat me 3-2 in the head-to-head. I won the Star Wars round (!) and the imitation round, he took the other three. Every round was split 3-2 except for the imitation where I won all 5 judges over! Quacky was probably the most fun I've ever had on stage. I need to write funny stuff! The Anything Goes round went really well (despite losing to Shappy's musical lambasting of the Matrix Reloaded) as Sabrina's edits made the piece flow nicely.…

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A guillotine, a Sister of Battle, and a scrapbook picture from the 2001 National Poetry Slam.

Sleep does a body good. And the mind, too. India's been more or less sleeping through the night the past week or so, at worst waking up only once. It's made quite a difference in our getting some half-decent sleep which is a good thing considering I got the "9am" talk yesterday. That corporate thing that says no matter how late you stay, how often you don't take lunch, you MUST be at your desk by 9am. I reminded my boss about our morning travel routine and assured her that once we moved, it would be different, and she seemed…

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A guillotine, a Sister of Battle, and a scrapbook picture from the 2001 National Poetry Slam.

Looking for parking in the morning so completely sets my day off on the wrong foot! Looking for it in Brooklyn Heights on a Monday morning - where after driving around for 30 minutes, you stick it on a meter and cross your fingers you'll ONLY get a ticket - sucks like a five hour open mic in the park where the swings are off-limits and there is no shade. I'm a little poetry'd out at this point. Since last Monday, I've been at a poetry reading every day except for Wednesday. Haven't done that since '98 when I used…

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A guillotine, a Sister of Battle, and a scrapbook picture from the 2001 National Poetry Slam.

The antiNOTES…

Blame it on the rain? Maybe. It certainly messed with our turnout last night. I'm thinking my having to be sober through it all is what really set ME off, though. The anniversary show was both a moderate success and a raging bust all at once. I had the whole night laid out on a tight schedule that required us to get started at 7:20pm but with the bad weather, the turnout was light and slow to build. Had to kind of wing it throughout the night and was never particularly happy with how things were going. With my stomach…

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A guillotine, a Sister of Battle, and a scrapbook picture from the 2001 National Poetry Slam.

Unlike most people, I usually look forward to Mondays. At least for the past 5 years or so. But this morning got off to one of the worst starts in memory and I'm just hating life right now. It started last night when, after a great family weekend, we had to play catchup on things like laundry. Ended up going to bed @ 1am - Isaac included! - and waking up cranky as hell. Couldn't find my cell phone, my wedding ring or the floppy drive for my laptop and forgot my work ID and pass key. Finally got out…

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A guillotine, a Sister of Battle, and a scrapbook picture from the 2001 National Poetry Slam.

The snow is blowing wildly across the gray, depressed skyline as I'm looking north - I think! - from my office on the 25th floor. Mind you, I'm in a cubicle but our section sits next to a huge ceiling-to-floor window. I've started bringing in some things to personalize my space. Not the playroom again but it feels comfy and that's what counts. Have a nice picture frame with 5 pictures of the kids, Salomé and me. Jungle Attack He-Man's here; Shea Stadium, my Jets flask, my "I'm Not Bossy, I just have better ideas" sign. Brought in only a…

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