Acentos was just what the doctor ordered last night – great turnout, several new faces (including one who heard us on WBAI last week), and a strong feature from the multi-talented Raymond Daniel Medina, with an admirable assist from Abena Koomson. Wrote this last night, during the show, but didn’t finish it in time to
I get some of the most random emails from time to time. My favorites are the ones from high school and college students asking permission to use a poem of mine – usually Breathless – in their forensics competitions. A couple of times a week, I still get emails concerning the show at Bar 13
Today’s going to be a good one.
Mr. Lawnge’s remix of Queen’s Flash Gordon Theme is playing on my Launch station as I start writing this. 🙂 A busy week ahead as I’m taking two days off work to head up to SUNY-Oneonta for a feature on Wednesday night. Robb Thibault – Fargo, 1998 – runs the Student Union and invited me
The Buffalo Bills have been my second favorite NFL team ever since Jim Kelly came over from the USFL’s Houston Gamblers in 1986, eventually leading them to four consecutive heartbreaking Super Bowls in the early 90’s. WIth the Jets sucking for much of that time – from the latter years of the Joe Walton era
Charles Bukowski and I share a birthday. So does Madonna. Frank & Kathie Lee Gifford. Yes, both of them. Elvis died on my birthday. The roller coaster was patented on my birthday. Such seemingly random events occuring on August 16th explains a lot. I’m having trouble grasping the idea of being 34 years old, though.
“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!!” —
The Box Monster
There’s several milestones in your kid’s life that you look forward to, some happily, some with dread. This morning, Isaac hit one of the those. Last night, he discovered the box our latest shipment of Green Mountain Coffee came in (Fair Trade, ahem…) and started playing with it, standing in it, putting his toys in
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
“Did u really kill biggie smalls?”
Now THIS is weird. For me, at least, who’s more used to technical emails (“how do I get booked at…,” “how do I get published…,” etc.) than personal ones. Today, I got two separate emails asking about my poem, Confessions of a Serial Killer. It’s an old poem that I wrote back in 1997 and
Monday, Monday… Have some stuff from the weekend to write about but I’ll hold off as whoever’s reading this today is likely only here for one thing: my take on tonight’s Finals. First, how’s it going to work? It’s a tricky balance of testing the poets’ stamina while ensuring an entertaining show for the audience.