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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

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 that I used to run on Monday nights. I always answer what I can while letting them know I no longer run the show and cc: the current curators so they can help them out further. Earlier this week, I got one such email, a…

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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

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 to open their slam season. Have a full 30-40 minutes so I'm looking forward to stretching my legs and doing some pieces I haven't done in awhile. Getting paid nicely, too, which is always a good thing! Hung out with Phil West on Friday night,…

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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

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 through the horrible Rich Kotite fiasco - Buffalo was often my only chance to cheer for a playoff team I actually liked. In '91, when they lost the Super Bowl in the final seconds to the Giants, wide right, I was devastated, especially since for…

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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

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. Not in some mid-life crisis kind of way; more along philosophical lines, trying to understand what being 34 means. Or should mean, at least. I'm married with two kids. I've achieved some modest success in my various pursuits. As I define it, anyway. I'm as…

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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

"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!!" -- Dennis Kucinich, 21 May 2003 (www.kucinich.us) Assuming the building doesn't catch fire or some other random act of randomness, at about 3pm today, I'll be getting three of my wisdom teeth ripped out of my mouth. Joy! On the off-chance I don't survive (the potential…

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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

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 it and finally, putting it on his head. When he started walking around playing his own version of blind man's bluff [remember that game, best played with girls you wanted to feel up?], I decided to cut some eye slits into the box so he…

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