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
Remember the Open Room?
Been sent some interesting names for the show so far, with early favorites Performance Anxiety, Breaking Form and Word of Mouth. Send more. Haven’t heard back from Jackie Sheeler yet about the length of tomorrow’s feature so I’m getting a little antsy about my set. There’s a big difference between 20, 30 and 45-minute sets.
Happy Anniversary to us!
Yesterday was our 5th Anniversary! There was a point last year when that seemed like a milestone we might not reach. Weird thing about stress, when there’s no specific source that you can address directly, it can turn inward and devour you. If 2002 went in the books as a down year in the marriage
Wednesday is new comic book day!
So I’ve gotten into yet another flame war with Danny Solis on the poetry_slam list. Why can’t I just leave that shit alone? The whole PSI thing, I mean. Solis is this big-ass, dreadlocked Mexican poet, currently out of Albuquerque, NM. If you saw SlamNation, he’s on the Austin team, in that fun little group
What the hell, all the kids are doing it…! THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME: Blind loyalty Apathy Money (as in too much of it) THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH: Michael Savage (you HAVE to laugh, o’wise, you have to take him seriously) Isaac (esp. when he’s mad) Shappy THREE THINGS I LOVE: My wife
Devouring Comics
Whenever I find a new passion – whether person, place or thing – I tend to throw myself into it 120%. Having cleared my plate of the administrative responsibilities (and psychological baggage) of running a little bit louder, comic books have quickly and completely rushed in to fill the void. I am so hooked! Finished
Fulano, Live!
Have you ever heard me live? Fulano. Listen to the live version, recorded at the 1999 NPS Semi-Finals when we were facing the Nuyorican in the most intense slam I’ve ever been in. The studio version, done on minidisc in Soft Skull’s original Shortwave store in Tonic, sucks. There’s also the nycSLAMS and 5 PAST
What ever happened to Surge Frost?
I met with Cristin last week for the interview for her upcoming book on slam and, after nearly three hours, we’d only gotten up to the 1999 Nationals! Hadn’t thought in-depth about the early days in ages but sitting with Cristin, one thing led to another, one story uncovering another uncovering yet another, and I
“A metaphorically transcribed poem.”
“I Killed Biggie Smalls” UPDATE: one of the people emailed back saying my poem had been posted in a forum on www.notoriousonline.com – a fan site for B.I.G. – and caused a bit of a hubbub. I logged in to check it out and apparently somebody had come across the poem and posted it, asking
“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