Archive for February, 2007

LOST

Warning: this is from the episode that aired last night (WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 14)so if you didn’t watch it, don’t read this. I was pleasantly surprised with the episode of Lost last night — during the first 35min I was on the computer not paying full attention because the show, lately, has really sucked. There’s aRead More…

On My Bedstand

I’m beginning a new “category” of blog posts — something I plan to write weekly, or monthly, depending on the circumstances. It is called, “On my Bedstand,” and it’s essentially a list of what I am reading — the books I have on my bedstand – and when I finish reading something I’ll post a review.Read More…

Musings from the Yellow Line

Again with the confidential documents! This particular story is not from today, I’ll admit, but is from the other day as I was standing and waiting for the yellow line. On any given day, it can take anywhere from 5-25 minutes for the yellow line train to arrive, and it’s an above ground station (cold!).Read More…

Dugan strikes again

I looked through all of my poetry last night, for almost two hours, trying to find anything but another Alan Dugan poem to post here on my blog. I love Dugan, but there are so many greats out there — EE Cummings, Ginsberg, Burroughs, Ezra Pound (we have a love/hate relationship), TS Eliot, Ann SextonRead More…

A poem

I’ve always loved Alan Dugan, and own a complete collection of his poetry. I have never read a collection of poems like a novel — from page 1 to the end (unless the poet has arranged the collection him/herself) — instead I flip to a page, any page, and enjoy whichever poem chooses me. Today, it wasRead More…

Musings from the Yellow Line

On my way home last week, somewhere underground, the train stopped. This is almost an every day occurrence, at least in my metro experience, but this time was different. This time, the driver kept going back, and forth, and back, and forth — for at least 3 full minutes (a Long time underground). And he didn’tRead More…

Hilarious

Wow.