Archive for December, 2010

Stretch 2

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

Hey, kids, if you haven’t heard, my buddy Dave Colon is putting out issue 2 of Stretch magazine, his own home-grown literary mag. Yours truly has submitted an original piece of terrible fiction, along with a few other Trader Joe’s writers.

We’re holding a launch party on Thursday, December 16th at WORD in Greenpoint at 7 p.m. Free beer, free readings, and free copies of the magazine. Come on by and check it out if your in the borough.

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Ruffled Feathers

Friday, December 10th, 2010

Here’s a bizarre example of big-media fear of internet sharing:

This error message pops up on an embedded a video of ducks being knocked over by the wind accompanied (inexplicably) by Nas’ Hate Me Now. Sony is cool with you watching ducklings in distress while listening to low-grade rap as long as it’s not outside of the YouTube.

I can’t help but imagine an intern in a gray cubicle mulling over whether this video should be embeddable or not.

As seen on invertedsoapbox.com.

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Enter Title Here

Tuesday, December 7th, 2010

Here’s where I prepare a topic sentence to introduce an entire paragraph leading up to an obscure subject. Here’s where I talk about how long I’ve been in the blog game. Here’s where I talk about my experiences that everyone has had and I know can certainly relate. Here’s where I mention how what I’m about to talk about has never been encountered by mankind and I’m the first to notice it. Here’s where I use an Oxford Comma to vary, expand, and complicate my sentence structure.

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Along on a December Night

Saturday, December 4th, 2010

Right after the harrowing stoplights of park slope past flatbush avenue and past the intersection where I was hit by a car at sixth and dean up the flat hill and just after the meaner, patient climb of Vanderbilt I hit the red but there was no one right or center so I took my time going left when the wind just stopped and I glided along in silence on a mountaintop along an empty trail turning a lonely bend and nothing but smooth, beautiful, soft, clean snow leading down any path I choose if I had the inclination but then another intersection with a green this time but a harsh cross wind at the cross street that turned the wheel on black asphalt I was back on the street in New York heading deeper into Crown Heights and onto my Glum Existence.

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‘Tis better to have loved and lost

Wednesday, December 1st, 2010

Part the First

Wherein our hero decides to undertake a large book

A year ago I ordered A Distant Mirror, Barbara Tuchman’s epic non-fiction account of the “calamitous 14th century.” A few days later the 600-page paper brick arrived from an anonymous Amazon used book monger. I felt I had made a mistake. I rarely read non-fiction or gigantic books – and this was both. So I decided not to read it.

It sat on my shelf for ten months. First I ignored it: it was a foolish, impulsive purchase. Then I rationalized it: I didn’t have time for a huge commitment, and, besides, I knew nothing about the 1300s. I’d be lost reading it an probably wouldn’t enjoy it.

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