Posted in Publications on December 27, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Here are a selection of the radio stories I did over about six months at a National Public Radio affiliate.
Non-profit ISP trouble
Non-profit ISP deal
American Monster #1
American Monster #2
American Monster #3
No-spray Campaign
Movie Strike
Virutal Shipyard
Pesticide Injunction
Rock Rebirth
Malheur Forest Suit
Hospital Picket
Posted in Poetry, Superintelligent sea cucumbers on December 20, 2007 | No Comments »
That reminds me.
What exactly is a rhomboid?
The word made me laugh inside.
Diamond shaped?
The big rock that rocked the doctor
Looked like a boxy parallelogram
Or a cardboard box that had been crushed sideways.
Posted in Dream Teens on December 19, 2007 | No Comments »
The Dream Teens now have a Dream Teens MySpace page you can listen to and have the rock music be all BITCHIN’! and so forth. Seriously. It’s awesome?
It features songs from the prize-winning album, “Cry Havok and Let Slip the Dogs of Rock: the Dream Teens Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp” and one from “Home [...]
Posted in Bald Soprano, Drama on December 16, 2007 | No Comments »
We sleep in the same bed.
I directed The Bald Soprano by Eugene Ionesco 7 years ago in Portland, where the reviewers were at a loss (though that did not stop them from writing). Well, I’ve decided to direct it every 7 years until I die, like Michael Apted’s “Seven Up” films. I’m going to do [...]
Posted in Customer service, Eugene, tagged Rhythm_and_Blooms Eugene florist customer_service on December 14, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Years ago, any time I stopped by Rhythm and Blooms in Eugene, Oregon to get flowers, it was packed full of people. Beautiful, fresh flowers, put together for you, or in bouquets, and reasonably priced. In the last few years, however, I never see anyone in there. I finally figured out why. I haven’t been [...]
Posted in Society & Politics, Superintelligent sea cucumbers on December 12, 2007 | No Comments »
Last year, I was out at a State Department conference at the Meridian House in D.C. When I went down the wrong set of stairs trying to find the bathroom, I tripped over a water-damaged cardboard document box. One of the documents I knocked out of the box was the following, written on a fax [...]
Posted in Poetry on December 12, 2007 | No Comments »
They keep calling me… -Ian Curtis
Poetry’s more powerful than truth
And silence is more powerful than verse,
But silence breaks each time a poet sings
And every song a poet sings is true.
Other poets who have come before
Have sung more perfect songs, by far, than yours,
A sun that gathers planets in its train,
The monad that complexities obtain.
But everyone’s [...]
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