lullaby pit

Just traded some correspondence with my buddy O-Ring. Subject of my sitch came up. Here’s part of what I said: We’re plowing ahead here. My head has done a full 540 in the last year, and I now find myself sort of actively revolting against so much I thought was part of my encoding. When you think you know who

Packing to move or unpacking on the other end? For the last few weeks it was the packing. But the movers came yesterday and disgorged the material trappings of our consumerist existence into our new rent-a-place. So today the unpacking is worse, I guess. Context is everything. One of our couches won’t fit into the house. Okay, I take that

Well, it sounds like Sol Trujillo and Phil Burgess (my old boss) have pissed off some folks in Australia. That said, I know the pathetic history of telco reporting by the Denver Post, and I can’t help wondering how it might all have come down differently re: Qwest and Nacchio had the jackasses in the local media been smart enough

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

Why is it that people who believe in “intelligent design” seem not to believe in intelligent governance? Just askin’, is all….

NEW ORLEANS, Louisiana, September 16, 2005 (ENS) – To help storm victims recover from the ravages of Hurricane Katrina, President George W. Bush Thursday night proposed the creation of a Gulf Opportunity Zone, encompassing the region of the disaster in Louisiana and Mississippi and Alabama. In addition, Bush proposed a lottery to distribute cost-free building lots to families from federal

beastofbourbon has a new community that’s worth investigating. To say that is about raging against the dying of the light would be to engage in the fine art of understatement. Mike is mad, and he ain’t gonna take it anymore. Good stuff, and highly recommended. A warning, though – if you like George Bush, this one is going to piss

You know who you are, although everybody else reading the Pit right now has no clue about this entry. Dr. Clark has told me a bit about you. The gods only know what she’s told you about me, though. Let’s use this space to prep my visit to class a bit. Start by telling me who you are and what

This morning I sent around via my e-mail list the text of a blog at that liberal rag The Nation that talks about globalization, Bush, etc., and uses as its jumping-off point the curious presence on the president’s iPod of one James McMurtry, a musician who has been brutally critical of the president and his No Millionaire Left Behind politics.

There’s a pretty active discussion on Audities (e-mail list) right now as to whether the new Supergrass record is great or less than great. I haven’t heard it, and therefore have no opinion as of yet. I did offer these comments, though. I’m glad to hear that it’s not just me. I’ve been a big Supergrass fan for awhile now,

Ooh – so it begins to look as though FEMA’s Michael Brown may have, ummm, “embellished” his resume? More at myths_americana….

“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.” Article. This will save you the pain

Damn. Alan Dershowitz crawls up on the casket, rips open the lid, and stomps the nards of the deceased in his new HuffPost Rehnquist obit. Brutal stuff. But you know, dying doesn’t automatically make you a good person, does it?

One of my volunteer “beta readers” for my manuscript got back to me this morning with all kinds of really interesting, detailed comments. I asked a huge variety of folks to respond, and I did so because the last thing in hell I want is to only hear from pro poetry types. I want that feedback, yes, but I’m also

Clearly I must have misanswered some of the questions. Because this ain’t even close….