David Wells is going down tonight like a fat drunk in a bar fight with a midget. Oh, wait. That WAS David Wells! Let’s go Marlins!!!!!!!!! In other news, Bard was a bust so I’m looking for something else to read. Got about 10 pages in and just couldn’t get into Llywelyn’s style of writing.
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
Tomorrow night: Voices of the Voiceless at Amherst College, Amherst, MA. It’s a ridiculously packed lineup of 16 po…um, spoken word artist-types, including Shappy, Ed Garcia and myself, along with some poets I like (Bonafide, Dennis Kim, Tyehimba Jess, Kevin Coval), one who’s work I like (Danny Solis), and mix of performers I can’t bear
Pumpkin Seeds: 10/15/2003
350 pages into AMERICAN GODS and I’m thinking of Stephen King’s NEEDFUL THINGS. As in somebody desperately needs a good editor. The first two episodes of Smallville this season have been as good as anything on TV in the past decade. George Clooney has Parkinson’s. Look for the announcement within a year. There’s absolutely nothing
“Governor” Arnold Schwarzenegger
Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger. Say it out loud a couple of times so you understand that it really happened. Let it sink in. Note the feeling, if any, in the pit of your stomach while you consider the potential ramifications of a political neophyte governing the largest state in the country, in charge of one of
Between the unpredictability of the football season and a particularly vibrant baseball playoffs, this is the most exciting time of the year in sports. The underlying drama of the playoffs is as compelling as any book or movie and as unpredictable as the best episodes of Survivor or the workings of the female mind. I’m
It’s rant time. The whole home ownership aspect of the “American Dream” escapes me. A couple of years ago, four or five months after Isaac was born, the combination of frustration over being unable to find a decent apartment to rent and the lure of owning our own place, led us to look into buying
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.
Ever seen a shitstorm? Head on over to the poetry_slam listserve for a peek at one. Woah! I didn’t start it for once but damn if I didn’t throw a few tough ones to the body! I really hate that list because it brings out the worst in me. I’m admittedly contentious and have rarely