Category: Personal

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It takes a clean break to heal right

Could it be that Spring is finally here for real? It’s beautiful outside. Grabbed lunch from the little Caribbean trailer out front – jerk chicken, rice and peas and plantains with a mint iced tea – and sat over in Battery Park to eat. The tourists are out in full force and there was a

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ser·en·dip·i·ty

ser·en·dip·i·ty the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for. Omar is a bad man. Bad. Appealing to the geek in me, he dropped the idea of a fan fiction-type project in my head – writing our own versions of comic books online – and it’s like the time I was

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But I’m not the least bit excited

Ditched the morning sessions of the conference yesterday and wandered the streets for a couple of hours, getting some air and clearing my head. Finally checked out the Pokemon Store in Rockefeller Center. Good thing I never went in there when I was actively collecting the cards! Had lunch with Salomé at Bread from Beirut

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Ok, I lied. Quick fix! Ed Garcia is THE man! The CD (5 PAST 13) is going to be ready for Monday night’s show and it’s purely because he busted his ass to get it done. The mastering, the design, the production…hell, he even ordered the track list! (I’m #13.) Fuck collectivism, it takes individuals

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So last night was the rather inauspicious relaunch of louderJAM. Light turnout, low energy and some of the most random MFs on the open mic. WTF?!?! The Impossible Home excerpt was interesting if a little sloppy in its adaptation to a different space. Reminded me somewhat of the erotica reading a few years back at

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The Great Debate, #632: Is Freestyle Poetry?

Many say it isn’t. I say, it depends. One of the arguments against it that I hear the most is that it’s unfair to pit a freestyle against a poem that’s been crafted over time, edited and revised, etc. If you picked up some slam bias from the “unfair,” you nailed the issue. Freestyle is

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America is stupid. At least the ones that watch American Idol and take the time to vote. I mean, really, what the fuck was THAT last night?!?! Ruben in the bottom two? Trenyce booted while Camouflage Doughboy lives on? That fake jarhead couldn’t even hold his head up while Ruben stood out there waiting for

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Apparently, I’m a very bad person. Disorder Rating Paranoid: Low Schizoid: Low Schizotypal: Moderate Antisocial: Moderate Borderline: Low Histrionic: Moderate Narcissistic: Very High Avoidant: Low Dependent: Low Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate — Personality Disorder Test – Take It! — The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up

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Found parking quickly this morning! Yay! Salomé and the kids are back tonight! Yay! Going back to Hartsdale. Boo! Last night’s slam… Need another day to digest it. Maya Azucena: WOW! The slam took a back seat to her performance. Read my new poem (the end result from last week’s free write) at the end

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Good thing: one stop commute to work this morning, got in at 8:45am! Bad thing: parking in Brooklyn Heights sucks as bad as anywhere else. Ended up in a corner spot, crossing my fingers that we don’t get another ticket! Tonight’s Urbana semi-finals has the potential to affect our Finals. If Shappy or Dawn win

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