"i hangout wit male shauvinist pigs n perverts"

my mother smoked crack i had a premature birth,
im jus a nerd cursed with badly disturbed nerves,
who wanna be the one to step up n get served first,
99 percent of all aliens perfer earth,
so im here to rule the planet startin wit ur turf,
i hid a seceret message inside a word search,
wit smeared letter runnin together in blurred spurts,
i hangout wit male shauvinist pigs n perverts,
who point water pistols at women n squrit shirts,
ben a bad boys since diapers n gerbers,
my first words were bleep bleep n curse curse,
never had sh!t n now i own the earth!!!!!

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Gerald

Sid: Trash can day is a P.S. 118 legend passed on from kid generation to kid generation for over three years, and our own Gerald is the keeper of the tale. Tell it, Gerald.

Gerald: No one of us knows exactly when the terrible tradition began. However, all agree that Trash Can Day is the most diabolical day ever invented. The day is always upon the first Monday in June - the day before trash pickup - when the rancid refuse of society lies in fly and maggot infested trash containers all over the city. My friends, TODAY is that day! 5th graders aaall over the city search out uncircumspecting fourth graders like us, catch them, and with the most heinous abandon PLOP them, unceremoniously, into trash cans. When the three o' clock bell rings we all of us become fair game! And no one of us is safe from the wrath of the 5th grader.

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Henry wasn't the biggest or the best looking goldfish, so no one came to buy him for a long time. Then one day a lonely boy came into the pet store. He was...kind of a geek. Really. But, he needed a pet, and he wanted Henry, and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Henry was a simple fish, he didn't ask for much: a few flakes of fish food, his little plastic castle, that little guy with the mace, even though that didn't turn out so good. But these were the things he loved. And swimming. Oh yes, swimming was a big thing with him - right up to the end, when he was struck down in a bizarre twist of fate by a runaway...yo-yo. And so we say goodbye, Henry. You were a good pet fish to the end.

(End of) Summer Jams

Delta Spirit - Bushwick Blues [OFFICIAL] from Rounder Records on Vimeo.

Extra Credit

Some post-college reading:

The Grammar of Fun by Tom Bissell

What is it About 20-Somethings? by Robin Marantz Henig


Extra Lives: Why Video Games Matter by Tom Bissell

LITE - Image Game

I really like watching people play music, which is why I like this video.

Air Doll

It seems life is constructed in a way that no one can fulfill it alone. Just as it’s not enough for flowers to have pistils and stamens, an insect or a breeze must introduce a pistil to a stamen. Life contains its own absence, which only an Other can fulfill.

It seems the world is a summation of Others. And yet, we neither know nor are told that we will fulfill each other. We lead our scattered lives, perfectly unaware of each other. Or at times, allowed to find the Other’s presence disagreeable. Why is it, that the world is constructed so loosely?

A horsefly, bathed in light, flies in close to a blooming flower. I, too, might have been someone’s horsefly. Perhaps you, too, had once been my breeze.