Today, one of my favorite poets, Charles Simic, received a double dose of good fortune as he was named poet laureate of the United States and was awarded $100,000 from the American Academy of Poets. “Now I just have to break a leg. It’s just too much luck,” he said in a telephone interview. “I’m[…]
Other Men’s Flowers Check out Voices over and How Long, O Lord. . . ?.
Here’s a new word we came up with today that we hope will become part of the common lexicon used among English-speaking audio professionals: Main Entry: Mon·om·i·nous Pronunciation: ˌmä-nə-mə-nəs Function: adjective Date: circa 2007 : any instance of monophonic audio exhibiting an omen : portentous; especially : foreboding or foreshadowing evil — mon·om·i·nous·ly adverb —[…]
Part 1: Vulture, New York magazine’s Arts and Entertainment blog, has this cool section called the “Weekend Read.” They post an article in pdf format for you to print out, take home, and read at your leisure. Part 2: So a friend of a friend has this intriguing experience with a landlord. The first friend[…]
I feel like I’ve seen this before. Maybe not. I can’t remember. Anyway, more of these can be found at Billy Collins: action poet. And in case you were wondering, that’s both the words and the voice of our former poet laureate, Billy Collins.
While flipping through the White House’s online gallery of easter eggs by state, we decided that this whole tradition would be more entertaining if it was presented as a competition. Mainly because our state easter egg rocks. Did the other states that neighbor us NOT take this artistic challenge seriously? Our thoughts (if we were[…]
Matthew Baldwin, of defective yeti fame, wrote an awesome remembrance-of-dogs-past this week in The Morning News: Before I joined the Peace Corps, I thought I knew dogs. Loveable. Loyal. Affable. Man’s best friend. In Bolivia, I met dogs: the canine id—not the superego-in-a-sweater I see today at my local suburban dog park.
From the New Yorker>Shouts & Murmurs>The Wisdom of Children: MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy. DAD: O.K. GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry. DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex. UNCLE: I’m having sex right now. DAD: We all are. MOM: Let’s talk about[…]
Lately my five year old daughter has taken to screaming. She loves to scream. Thankfully, she is polite about her screaming. If she feels a strong urge to scream she will announce her intentions. “I feel like screaming now,” she will say in a cute little voice before letting out a terrific little squeal that’s[…]
Like Flickr, but without the photos. Here’s redchuck’s Words. Where you at?
Derek Smalls: We’re lucky. David St. Hubbins: Yeah. Derek Smalls: I mean, people should be envying us, you know. David St. Hubbins: I envy us. Derek Smalls: Yeah. David St. Hubbins: I do. Derek Smalls: Me too. -Derek Smalls & David St. Hubbins, This Is Spinal Tap, 1984
The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark. -Barbara Hall, Northern Exposure, Rosebud, 1993