Humor I Guess…

Little Spud In The Big Apple

it’s funny
it’s some kind of joke,
a sick, laughing matter-

when I think about my romantic hang-ups,
I don’t think about the anger,
the painted pain and numbing drugs;

I don’t think about the venom,
the magical manipulations;

I don’t think about the pitfall,
the sudden drop out of love;

I don’t think about the hook-ups,
the rolling and pulling without thought;

I don’t think about her dress,
the thin walls sweating with sexual tension;

I don’t think about the first time I said it,
two in the morning after watching Good Burger;

I don’t think about her truck,
or sitting out in it on a quiet highway,
making out like we were making up and watching the sun fall over the hood;

I don’t think about the long phone calls,
me up late and whispering into the receiver about toothpaste and bunnies;

I don’t think about the short…

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Today I Saw

A couple, presumably homeless, pulling 3 large suitcases into the Old Towne Parkway. (Rock Creek Canyon) I saw them the next day, one with a walking stick and his/her jacket wrapped around his/her waist with the dozen or so facial hoops removed. They looked much more relaxed. I assume they found a place to live in the canyon for awhile.


I want to believe they will manage and make it out OK.

Banksy Plays the Violin

The Hipping Post


Earlier this year, I read an article about Joshua Bell, a violinist who played at a Washington D.C. subway station during the morning rush hour. Unlike most buskers, this musician was one of the most accomplished virtuosos in the world. Three nights before, Joshua Bell played in Boston’s Symphony Hall for patrons who paid over $100 a ticket. And the instrument he played? A violin from 1713, handcrafted by Antonio Stradivari, that cost Bell $3.5 million.

You would expect that one of the best musicians on the planet to garner some attention. But during his 43 minutes of playing time, only seven people stopped to listen, and he earned a total of $32.17.

This experiment, the brainchild of The Washington Post, raises all sorts of questions, including: Can we appreciate beauty in unfamiliar settings? Are we able to recognize talent without signposts? And how do we know when we…

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