Last cigarette: One week ago. A Newport while at Acentos. Last big car ride: This past June, to VA and back, getting our stuff out of storage. Last kiss: Quick one this morning, better one last night. Last good cry: Not recently enough. Last library book checked out: What’s a library? Last one I bought
And these are the people that want to manage the Iraqi’s assets to reconstruct their country?!?! Indian rights still ignored More than a century ago, the U.S. government took control of [American] Indian assets, including grazing fees, oil royalties and the like. The government promised to manage the assets in the Indians’ best interests but
Most of Sunday was just me and the kids and I kept reminding myself that the two-year spread between them will be a good thing when they’re a little older. Right now, though, at 3 and 1, they expend enough energy to decrease our dependence on foreign oil tenfold. Forget hydrogen cells and solar power,
Nickel and Dimed; Tainos
This has felt like an unusually long week that I managed to make feel even longer by taking an early lunch. The minutes they are a’ticking slowly… I’m simultaneously reading Barbara Ehrenreich’s Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting by in America and Irving Rouse’s The Tainos: Rise and Decline of the People Who Greeted Columbus.
Comic Book Wednesday
Nothing like the joys of Comic Book Wednesday to take the edge off of a tough hangover. Even better is when your Midtown Comics $20 rebate kicks in the same week 75% of the comics you usually buy unexpectedly come out at once. Yay! Tuesday’s Acentos was another great one with Willie Perdomo doing what
OGBOGU DE HAIROUN
The stench of burning flesh made Ogbogu de Hairoun’s eyes water – salty, stinging tears of loss and terror. It took every last shred of willpower to not make a sound, to lie still amongst the carnage, to not jump up and reveal himself only to fall in a flurry of arrows and iron. To
Pumpkin Seeds: 11/10/03
1. Finished The Glass Mountain on Friday. Rydill’s hit another home run with this one. Where Children of the Shaman was a line drive over the left field fence, Mountain‘s more of a moonshot into the farthest reaches of McCovey Cove! Totally worth the lopsided exchange rate of the pound:dollar. 2. NaNoWriMo is kicking my
MATEO DE ORIKENO
Mateo de Orikeno’s tall, slender body hovers several hands above the smoothly-packed dirt floor, hazel eyes focused on the pulsing ball of light in his right hand as he tells the tale. “The chief of the land of the dead thought it over for a long time,” he says. The ball of light, an effervescent
LADY BLUDWERTH
In the ten winters since she’d come to this unbearably hot island, Lady Bludwerth found herself longing for the travails of her homeland more and more often. The fact that “winters” was a definition of time that had little meaning here was only a small part of the reason. That there was a virtue in
Teaching in the Bronx, but no MFA!
Had the pleasure of doing a reading/Q&A at the Riverdale Neighborhood House last night for a group of teens from a workshop run by Corie Feiner (fka Corie Herman) as part of a residency she’s had since 2000, thanks to Poets & Writers. One of the coolest gigs I could imagine, teaching kids writing in