louder than words: reloaded differed from the Matrix sequel I jokingly subtitled it after in two significant ways: 1) It didn’t completely and unnecessarily alter its tone from its original incarnation; 2) The turnout was much lower. In fact, the paid turnout was exactly the same as the last show back in May: 21. One
Pumpkin Seeds: Butterflies in my Stomach Edition
1. Tonight is another louder than words and yes, it’s true, it could very well be the last one. That’s my attitude going into it, at least. A lot of it is riding on how I feel by the end of the show. 2. Right this minute, I feel like it could go either way.
Yummy Sandwich: Revisited
Due to a sudden rise in Google searches for “Yummy Sandwich” leading to my journal over the weekend, and a couple of sad attempts at revisionist spin in my comments section, let’s recap for the newcomers. 1) On May 20, 2004, I wrote about Yummy Sandwich’s Powerpoint presentation and it’s questionable use of “illegal immigrants”
Comical Stereotypes
SCENE: Midtown Comics, East-side. A half-block-long line of stereotypical geeks, mostly male, and a smattering of normal-looking geeks, all male. I like to believe I’m one of the latter. There was a time when I would have felt extremely self-conscious in a situation like that, standing on line outside a comic book store waiting to
Pumpkin Seeds: Post-Father’s Day Edition
1. Isaac, my 3.5 year old son, can’t understand why mommy and daddy can’t stay in bed with him and watch Noggin instead of going to work. Frankly, neither can I.
Making Connections
You’re not a poet, you just slam a lot. I should note that I tend to define slam poets in a very general sense, beyond the specifics of the actual competition. IMO, non-competing poets that read frequently at slam-affiliated open mics are also slam poets, looking for and benefitting from the audience the competition attracts
Going Crazy
Blame it on Matt Ruff but there’s days I wish I suffered from Multiple Personality Disorder. I am Jack’s raging spleen. It’s not really a new feeling but it’s become more…defined (?) since I read his Set This House in Order: A Romance of Souls. And it’s not because he glorified things, or whitewashed the
Pumpkin Seeds: Fortress of Solitude Edition
1. The list of things I didn’t do this weekend that I wanted to do is annoyingly long and indicative of the mental rut I’ve been in lately. 2. On the positive side, I somehow got a little bit of writing done and any time we get to spend two full days relaxing at home
Non-profit, literally
I get daily emails from Idealist.org about job openings in non-profit and socially-minded for-profit companies. Every week there’s usually a few interesting jobs that are right up my alley. Invariably, they pay considerably less than my current corporate rut job. “Considerably less” as in Executive Directors for some of these places make less than me.
Pumpkin Seeds: Trickle Down Edition
1. My earliest “political” memory is of rooting for Jimmy Carter over Ronald Reagan in the 1980 Presidential election. My second is of being disappointed that Reagan didn’t die when he was shot in 1981. 2. Reaganomics can kiss my ass. Shit trickles downhill, not prosperity. There is no pony buried under the manure; just