My going away party!
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
More Jason and Wendi Wedding Pics
Frankly, I don't remember a lot of this. And I didn't have that much to drink. All this must've happened on the other side of the room.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Bach Cantatas
He wrote a lot of them. I checked out a box set from the library--Bach Cantatas Volume 4. There are 6 CDs in Volume 4. I haven't listened to hardly any of it; maybe they're all the same Cantata.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Wedding Pictures
I've been getting lots of emails from people about pictures from Jason's wedding. Well, I didn't take very many because I was emceeing; but Jason just sent me a bunch. A feast for the eyes:
BBC site usage
They've outdone all the other newssites as far as giving a tracking system to see which stories are the most popular.
In related news, Mission of Burma.
Speaking of which, I really want to get their new album. And about a dozen other CDs. Hundreds, really. But I have no money so I just have to wait or steal. In related news we're getting DSL at the house this afternoon.
The Final War
And so the lines have been drawn for the battle of Armageddon. The Wrinklies versus the Non-Wrinklies.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I finally got a girlfriend!
I just got this in my inbox:
Hi there lovely,
This kind of opportunity comes ones in a life. I don't want
to miss it. Do you? I am coming to your place in few days
and I though may be we can meeat each other. If you don't mind
I can send you my picture. I am a girl.
You can correspond with me using my email aca@mailforfreedom.com
I can't wait to meet her!!!
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Window Shopping
Thing is, if they had gotten their MBA's at Harvard they'd have known that you only bring out new products in August.
We are all Martin Luther King
Or, apparently, a bunch of white Martin Luther Kings.
I'm just waiting for the white Malcolm X.
Or more to the point, the white equivalent of the Black Panthers.
Or, even more to the point, the white equivalent to the KKK.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
More Poems from Jason
THE WOMEN ARE IN THE COURTYARD
Sunday afternoon
the sun carves shadows into the concrete and blacktop.
The women are in the courtyard
celebrating the Sabbath.
The women are in the courtyard
laughing and singing.
They wear flowered house dresses and slippers
like their grandmothers did.
Sunday afternoon
the women in the courtyard
form an assembly line between the barrels marked trash
and recycle.
They separate tin from glass,
paper form plastic, mine
through the week's refuse. Left over
dinners, moldy cheese, diapers, coffee grounds.
The women are in the courtyard
lauging, telling tales of ex-lovers and home:
Nicaragua, Mexico, the Dominican Republic, places
they will never see again.
It is the Sabbath
God relaxes while the women in the courtyard
do the work
the other tenants will not.
Sunday afternoon
the sun carves shadows into the concrete and blacktop.
The women are in the courtyard
celebrating the Sabbath,
saying prayers for their grandmothers,
remembering better days
when America was a toothpaste commercial
as bright and unblemished as the sun.
ELEGY FOR MARLON BRANDO
Once you held the sun in your hands,
commanded the mountains, seas,
the stars. Even the four winds bowed down
at your feet. Then, one day,
racing toward that bright stone
in the sky, you traded in your wax wings
for the seclusion of the labyrinth.
Your golden crown for thorns,
buried your treasures in a well
of disillusion and cast aside
everything your heart once craved.
It has been two years now, since you gave up
the ghost. You are once again
part of the wind, racing across
the open spaces of our imagination
like an ancient song whose melody
inspires, even the lowly to rise up.
No, I won't claim to have known you,
nor the weight you carried.
I just want to say that for a brief moment
you gave us the hope to believe
we all are somebody.
--Jason Irwin
Best Man Speech
Perhaps this is self-serving, but here's my best man speech from Jason and Wendi's wedding, in case you missed it:
Notes to a wedding toast
I met Jason and Wendi at separate times and in separate circumstances. Sort of. I had my first conversations with both in a defunct bar of the name The Spinning Wheel. I guess The Spinning Wheel is a common name for an Irish-themed bar because The Spinning Wheel is a famous Irish Song. Irish music annoys me to no end, except the Pogues. Jason doesn’t mind that I make fun of U2, one of his favorite bands. I told my brother to listen to Hank Williams Senior because he told me that Johnny Cash was too popular. I had a roommate, the biggest drunk I’ve personally ever known, who was kicked in the head by Hank Williams the III. Hank Williams the III has a punk-country band and has a song called OD’d in Denver. I wonder if it is true. I was a best man at my brother’s wedding in Denver almost 6 months ago. I asked my dad if I should use the same toast that I did at my brother’s and he said “well…it was a bit long-winded.” So I guess that means word on the street in Denver that I’m a bit of a bore. Well, so be it. But this is the only way I can do things, sort of go on until I run into something worthwhile.
Anyhow, what I should talk about is that sometimes in this world things work. I have witnessed Wendi and Jason’s affair from its drunken and sloppy beginnings, to its current staid and domestic stability. It was forged in the face of the threat of a terrible, sexually confused invertebrate, employment woes, blood, murrain, frogs, and the slaying of the first born. But in the midst of a plague-ridden city of doom, Jason and Wendi persevered. They both are among the most talented writers I have ever met; Wendi’s stories are as brilliant as Jason’s poetry. When I’m not around Suzanne and Ero or the Clinton’s, I call them my favorite couple in New York City. They are family to me and I know I speak for everybody here when I say that we have high expectations for a marriage that is enduring, meaningful, loving, enjoyable, adventurous, fulfilling, law-abiding, disease-free, artistic, enthralling, sexually exciting, delicious, foamy, dreamy, resonant, flaxen, meteoric, scandalous, pretty, unpretentious, explosive, fevered, sober, solvent, silky, creative, productive, producing, skillful, liberal, folksy, studious, transcendent, metaphorical, literal, iconoclastic, pertinent, random, Bohemian, salty, crafty, distinguished, pleasantly-scented, and boldly redolent of magisterial paradox. Here’s to the Irwin-Lee conjunction!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Graham Dorrington's Dendronautics
I got an email from Graham Dorrington (of White Diamond fame) with a link to his new project: Dendronautics!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Paperwork and Burritos
I sent out my paperwork to my future employer. The website makes it look like some cultish missionary institution. My Korean adventure is about to start.
The Chipotle near my brother's house is serving free burritos for some reason tonight. So that's where I'm going.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The New New Mexico and its Fence
The only thing keeping us from achieving our dreams is reality. And the fence between the two.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
LIBloggers with good taste and bad taste
It really isn't possible to have more time on my hands than I do presently, but even so, I don't think I would have time to do what I think somebody should do, and that is compile a list of the political bloggers that have good taste and those with just awful taste.
But that would be a pointless, tasteless endeavor.
I would like to elaborate on my ideas about taste. I know my ideas and musings upon the nature of reality have stonecold knocked the blogosphere on its collective ass. Thhhhhop! There are a few things that I know deep inside of me, even though I mask most of it with perpetually spewing hose of horse and bullshit. But even if I can't exactly articulate it, I know about good and bad taste as much as reality. As anyone. Some may deem these areas either subjective, or only the areas that the great philosophers (and those who study them) may delve into. I disagree. But I don't want to speak too soon. You'll just have to wait.
In the meantime, I give you an inspiring Lisa Simpson quote:
"Come on Bart: In your pre-Fascist days you knew the giddy thrill of futile revolution."
The Seamier side of Star Wars
My favorite is the bit about his girlfriend.
Up"date": Worlds within worlds.
Stolen Elections: Past, Present and Future
Greg Palast was on Democracy Now last night and said that the infamous NSA database is going to be used to steal the next election a la Florida 2000 et Ohio and Florida 2004. It's all outlined in his latest book. I don't understand how it can be in Palast's book because the USA Today article only came out a few weeks ago. But I guess Palast is that good of a reporter.
The Al Gore movie, An Inconvienent Truth is coming out soon. I don't know if it will be coming to Denver.
Speaking of which, if you read this blog and don't know it already, I'll be in New York from May 20th to May 30th. I'll be at the Beer Garden in Queens (As reviewed in this week's New Yorker) Saturday night the 20th and Friday afternoon/evening the 26th. If you read this blog and already knew that, well, good. If you don't read this blog and already knew that, double good. If you don't read this blog and you don't know that, well, I don't know how to help you.
I just spell checked this post, and the spell checker does not know the word blog.
And we expect computers to tabulate our votes.
Monday, May 15, 2006
The Vandalized Constitution
As I commented on Attaturk's blog, I made my own version of the Vandalized Constitution. Although it was rejected by my 8th grade teacher for its egregiousness, it could not compare to Cheney's.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Tuesday is Joke Day at Angry and Sloppy
1st. HI-larious EU jokes.
(a TASTE: In Heaven: the cooks are French,
the policemen are English,
the mechanics are German,
the lovers are Italian,
and the bankers are Swiss.
In Hell: the cooks are English,
the policemen are German,
the mechanics are French,
the lovers are Swiss
and the bankers are Italian. )
2nd. Commie jokes.
3rd. A copy of the letter from Iran!
Funny funny funny!!! I love my yuks!
Monday, May 08, 2006
what's all the hullaballoo?
I point my legions of readers to this site--it's just that good. I like the fish post from Tristero, ee-specially.
BTW, I am a big fan of the films of WERNER HERZOG.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
The Cult of Sherlock
This is kinda cool:
One of the more wonderful ideas is found in a science fiction story by H. Beam Piper and John J. McGuire entitled "The Return," about an isolated community which had maintained a thriving society for two centuries after an atomic war. The heart of the community was the Sacred Books, which told of the eternal conflict between Holmes and Moriarty and tutored them in the use of deductive reasoning.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
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