FCC Okays Nudity On TV If It’s Alyson Hannigan | Delaware Poet Turns into New Mexican Poet, Clouds Rain Fruit Loops on Obama

March 6, 2008 at 9:35 pm | In Albuquerque, Blackbird's Buvette, Clouds Rain Fruit Loops on Obama, Culture, FCC Okays Nudity On TV If It’s Alyson Hannigan | Dela, Fetish, Green Chiles, Janine Lindemulder, Life, Living, Love, Mas Poetry, My Life, Newark, Delaware, Out Ch'Yonda, Poetry, Sneezing, The Onion | Leave a Comment

So, I’m having a fantastic time in Albuquerque. The city is so beautiful; at some point I’m going to take a bunch of pictures of all the amazing sights that I have seen thus far and post them up on here so all my Delaware and Massachusetts friends and family can see how it is out here. The job search is going slowly, but both surely and well. I’m being very diligent and treating this job search (in a manner of speaking) like the job that I have now. But I’ve had interviews already and will get more. The poetry scene out here is wild. I went to a poetry slam (IWPS format!) at a place called Blackbird’s Buvette in downtown Albuquerque last night and had a blast. I didn’t advance very far (thanks in part to drawing a “1″ in the lots), but that’s okay. Last night was like a lot of slams out here – fantastic and very high quality. There’s some wonderful competition out here. So far, since I’ve got here, I have competed in three slams, all of which were qualifiers to get into the semifinals competition to make the 2008 Albuquerque Poetry Slam Team. I placed third overall in the first slam I competed in (at Mas Poetry, at Winning Coffee by UNM), getting 5 points there. Then I won (!) a slam at a place called Out Ch’Yonda in the Barelas part of ABQ, getting 20 points there. Then there’s the 1 point I earned last night from just having competed in the slam. So, I’ve got 26 points total. The points are not the point. Green chiles are the point.

Also, I found this video clip on the Onion online today and I had to share it.

And yes, I agree with the FCC spokesman’s premise.*

*or, Salma Hayek.

from www.theonion.com posted with vodpod

Days of Love and Blood – Love Letter to Delaware

February 14, 2008 at 10:54 pm | In Culture, Days of Love and Blood, Delaware, Fanblades, Friends, Love Letter to Delaware, Mojo 13, Moving On, My Life, Newark, Poetry, Slam Poetry, The Collingwood, Towns, Writing, i | 1 Comment

It’s 5:15 pm on Thursday, February 14th, 2008. It’s Valentine’s Day, and this is going to be my love letter to Delaware. Tonight my friends in the band i, Fanblades are playing at Mojo 13 with my friends in the band, The Collingwood. Things start tonight at 8 pm there….please come, if you can. I’d like to see you.

It’s been a long time for me here in Delaware. Ten years of so much living; I’m going to miss you all.

Please let me say thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to every single poet who ever read at the Tuesday Night Poetry Open Mike & Slam, in all of the locations that it has been in over the years. I can barely comprehend the sheer breadth of work that I’ve been so privileged to hear. Thank you to every friend I’ve every made in Delaware, through poetry and through work. So much has happened, so much amazing poetry has been heard over the years. I know that I am forever changed by my experiences here in Delaware, and by everything I’ve seen and heard as a poetry night host. Thank you to all the poets in the “academic” community here in Delaware, thank you Newark Arts Alliance, thank you Soulstice, thank you Crimson Moon, thank you O’Friel’s, thank you to the Second Saturday poets, thank you to the hip-hop poets, the rap poets, the student poets, the older poets, the crazy poets – thank you all. Thank you to my kindred poets in neighboring Baltimore and Philly and New Jersey – much love, my people, much love. My heart is full of love and thanks to all of my friends here in Delaware – a man could not have better friends than you all have been to me. I could name some people, but, if you are a friend of mine, or have been, then you know that and you know that I love you and am grateful for your friendship.

If you can, please come to a going-away-and-good-luck party taking place at the house of Matt & Hannah & Nigel & Sadako tomorrow night, Friday night…. you can email me at rabbitinvasion@gmail.com for details on how to get here if you can make it.

Good luck to you, Delaware. Love and good luck to Delaware poets and to the Delaware Poetry Slam.

May the spirit of a little stone bunny rabbit guide you, and bring a smile to your face.

A Little Anger For You

January 8, 2008 at 1:18 am | In 9/11 Rvisited, A Little Anger For You, Advice, Animals, Atlanta Saggy Pants Ban, Ban Saggy Pants, Bear, Culture, Culture Clash, Delaware, Miscellaneous, My Life, Newark, Rants, STFU, Stupidity, Thoughts, Waterboarding, Waterboarding People Who Wear Their Pants Down Around T, Writing, Youth | 5 Comments

Okay….first off, anybody who goes into a LIBRARY with their PANTS DOWN AROUND THEIR KNEES LIKE SOME MORON needs to be LINED UP AGAINST THE WALL and shot.  I’m sitting here, at the Bear Public Library, in Bear, Delaware, and I just cannot believe many people here who have no idea how to act in a library.

Want to wear your pants so that people can see your underwear? Die, subhumans.

Let’s begin: Before you go to the library, finish the act of getting yourself dressed. Try to make yourself presentable. Nobody wants to see your “Roca Wear” trash in the library.

Second of all: if you’re a kid/soccer child/high school/junior high school/baby mama, knock it off with the running around. This is a library, not a playground and people are trying to get work done. Get out of here and take your idiot girlfriends with you.

Thirdly: Got a cellphone? Good for you. NOW, SHUT IT THE FUCK OFF. Nobody cares about YOU or the person you’re on the phone with. YOU DON’T MATTER AT ALL. YOU ARE NOTHING AND YOUR CELLPHONE CONVERSATIONS ARE NOTHING. People who don’t know how to conduct themselves at the library ought to be lined up AGAINST THE WALL and shot. The library is not the social club. Go and do your drug deals behind 7/11’s dumpster, like normal trash do.

Thanksgiving, 2007

November 22, 2007 at 11:11 pm | In Animal House, Delaware, Excuse You, Hillary Clinton, Hurricane, MC Paul Barman, Mama Celeste, Michelle Barrett, Musings, My Life, Newark, Nintendo DS, Obama, Painting With Bob Ross, Poetry, Thanks, Thanksgiving, Thoughts, Vivid, Wilmington | 1 Comment

I hope that everyone who reads this blog has a good holiday today. I hope that you have a good Thanksgiving and that you all have at least something to be truly thankful for. I am thankful to have friends in this world, and I am thinking of them, of you, and of my family.

Be well.

Make a wish, and then, blow out the candles.

October 2, 2007 at 9:08 pm | In America, Birthdays, Delaware, Dreams, Fears, George Bush, Iran, My Life, Newark, Pink, Poetry, The Indigo Girls, Thoughts, Wilmington, Wonder | 2 Comments

It was my birthday yesterday. Thank you to those who wished me a happy one; that meant a lot to me.

This is a short post, because I have a lot on my mind. One of the things I have on my mind that I will share with you is the future, and how I am afraid of George Bush’s plans for my country’s future. With the veil between the worlds so thin at this time of year, I’m feeling more….anxious than I usually do.

The President of the United States creeps me out; and oftentimes it’s for the same reasons that the President of Iran creeps me out. I could get into it, but I think that Pink and the Indigo Girls say what I’m thinking more eloquently than I could:

In other, less exasperating and frightening news, there’s THIS:

September 18, 2007 at 9:19 pm | In Culture, Delaware, Downtown Wilmington, Life, Literature, My Life, Newark, Night Life, Open Mics, Poems, Poetry Slam, Poets, Something to Do, The Crimson Moon, Verbal Battles, Wilmington | 2 Comments

I really hope that you all can make it to the POETRY SLAM that’s happening this Wednesday night, at 8 pm, at the
Crimson Moon Tavern (located at 6th & Union Streets) in Wilmington, Delaware! This slam promises to be a knock-down, drag-out, bloody verbal battle for the top of the poetic heap! I know that I plan on competing, and I plan on putting up a good fight and making the other poets WORK for their victory, and, also, a little “birdie” told me that there will be a couple of BRAND NEW FACES coming out to the slam to TEST THEIR METTLE! What else would you be doing on a Wednesday night? Watching TV? Clipping your toenails?

Where and when and how does all of this happen, you ask?

Here ya go:

DelaWhere? Open Mic & Slam
@ Crimson Moon
1909 W. 6th Street
Wilmington DE 19805
http://www.delawhere.org
$2 cover / $5 minimum purchase (please help support the venue!)
21 + (the venue is a bar)

Fly Happily On The Summerland Winds, Little One

September 16, 2007 at 6:09 pm | In African Grey Parrots, Alex, Alex The African Grey Parrot, Avian Studies, Birds, Bonding, Culture, Death, Delaware, Intelligence, Language, Living, Massachusetts, Musings, My Life, Newark, Poetry, Poets, Relationships, Science, Summerland, Thoughts, Zero | Leave a Comment

This morning on CNN.com I read of the unexpected passing of Alex, a 31-yea-old African Grey Parrot who had demonstrated remarkable – no, not remarkable – incredible comprehension, retention, abstraction and communication skills. I was touched to read of the grief that Dr. Irene Pepperberg, the scientist who had worked with Alex for so long, was going through. If you want to take some time to read a few articles that may just stop you in your everyday tracks and possibly even change the way that you look at the natural world, please take some moments and look here, here, here, and then here. And that last link, the one that takes you to the NPR article on Alex, has a sound clip so you can hear Alex and Dr. Pepperberg.

Your story touched me, Alex.

remember eleventh

September 11, 2007 at 6:10 pm | In 9/11, Accounts, Culture, Delaware, Dreams, In Memoriam, Industry, Musings, My Life, Newark, Personal, Poetry, Rants, Rememberance, September 11, Thoughts, Wonder | 3 Comments

I think my allergies/head cold/flu situation is beginning to abate a bit; that’s a relief. I get so annoyed when it appears that someone else’s insistence on going out when they’re very sick makes me get sick. Don’t you agree? Yes, you agree.

It’s September 11, 2007. Six years ago today I was at my work – I had worked for a horrible document reproduction company whose name rhymes with STINKOS (And if you’re reading this, don’t patronize them, please. They cater to snobbish college fratholes and sorostitutes and dickwad corporate asswipes). I remember standing in the open, customer area, looking up at the televisions mounted above the self-serve copiers and watching the news reports continue on and on. My workplace closed early that day. I remember that I was helping close down the shop, shutting down the copiers, and putting things away in the self-serve document editing and computer areas, when one of the phones rang and my co-worker Albert picked up the phone. It was a lady who wanted to know (Albert told me she sounded pissed) why we were closing early when she’d been driving for 20 minutes to come to do some copying. Albert told me that he asked her if she’d been watching the news at all that day, and he did not mask the tone of sarcasm in his voice. The lady knew what he was getting at (the attacks) and snarled back at him, “That’s all the way over there in New York! That’s not here! I have things I need to get done and you people have no business closing!”

Albert somehow had the restraint to simply hang up on her and not give her an earful. I remember being livid when he told me what she said.

That was six years ago. So much seems to have changed since then. So many people seem to have gone crazy. And so many things seem not to have changed at all.

People still don’t treat each other right. Even when we get wake-up calls to remind us how short this mortal life is, look at how we still choose to treat each other.

But what do I know. I’m only a poet working a 9-to-4 job selling appliances.

What do I know?

Hamid Karzai Demands Refund For Water Wings At Elkton Wal-Mart, Trans Prostitutes In Hawaii Confused As To Why This Concerns Them

August 5, 2007 at 11:30 pm | In Animals, Bridge Collapse, Britney Spears, Culture, Delaware, Friends, Life, Michael Vick, My Life, NAACP, National Poetry Slam, Newark, Paganism, Poetry, Poetry Slam, Politics, Spoken Word, Texas, Tom Tancredo, Wicca, Wilmington, XXX | 2 Comments

So, the time is now 7:25 pm and I’m hanging out over at the home of my friends/slam teammates Matt, Hannah, and Nigel. We’re driving down to the Baltimore Airport at 2 am to fly off to Texas for the 2007 National Poetry Slam. I’m nervous, thoughtful, excited, fearful, happy, pensive, tired, hungry, and ready. This will be my first flight since my return flight to Delaware (which was in late August of ‘01).

I can’t wait to see old friends. I can’t wait to make new friends.

And to hear some tremendous poetry and have a good time in the best place to be in the state of Texas.

Dick Cheney’s Facebook Entry Causes Thousands to Vomit; Beyonce Falls Below NASDAQ Index

August 1, 2007 at 5:43 am | In Blogging, Chris Benoit, Delaware, Hurricanes, Iraq, Miscellaneous, My Life, Newark, OJ Simpson, Paris Hilton, Paul Prudhomme, Poetry, Poetry Slam, President Bush, Rabbit, Slam, Spears, Spoken Word, Taliban, Vick, Wilmington | Leave a Comment

This is just another reminder about Wednesday, August 1st’s

BEST PLACE TO BE IF YOU’RE IN WILMINGTON, DELAWARE!!!

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