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If it had only dropped a couple years ago, it woulda been a contender!

When Polvo comes out of the extended bridge in “Lucia,” that’s pretty rocking. Digging the Allman Bros. vibe with those major-key hammer-ons.

And that’s your Firestone/Bridgestone Tires “Good Music Moment of the Day.”

Boy this UNC / URI game is a thing of beauty … did Michelangelo carve it?

Apparently, in 6th grade or thereabouts, I wrote a short play called “DOOM DUST.”

Selection:

JARM: How can I get out (of the prison planet)?
ISK: There is a passage Hunngggghh!
JARM: The dust! Calm down!
ISK: Passage in a rock Akkglllk!
JARM: Don’t talk!
ISK: That rock there Hnmmkgkk!
JARM: Shut up!
ISK: Press the top and Eggklh! You will see an opening Vsstht!
JARM: Wait!!!!
Narrator: Reaching into his suit Jarm removes a tiny capsule.
JARM (Desperate): Eat this!!
Narrator: Isk does as he is told.
ISK: (Talking calmly): Go down the passageway from there you will warp back to 1983. Ahhhgllk!

It’s spring cleaning time, and I just found a manila envelope filled with junk from my elementary school days. Check out these two poems … I think I wrote them in 6th grade:

If you can’t read my handwriting, the poems are:

Cigarette.
Ugly and grotesque.
Puffing up pollution.
Why can’t you be replaced by gum.

Death.
Lonely and scary.
Drifting in to unsuspecting victims.
Must you be so sudden?

I guess the assignment was to write the most depressing poems possible, making sure that each poem ends with a question that speaks to the futility of existence?

“Why can’t you be replaced by gum.”

I also found a short story I wrote in which I am the 11-year-old President of the United States and I’m visited by an arms dealer who tries to sell me weapons and I just make wisecracks until he “looked at me as if he wanted to kill me.” Maybe I’ll serialize it later this week.

“My Block” by Scarface is one of the greatest songs ever recorded.

I just noticed that it’s been raining non-stop for like 5 weeks. I’m not even kidding. My relationship with my sump pump has entered a more profound level of intimacy and trust.

Hell, I might as well list some other things I’ve noticed recently:

1. The Pope is a freak.
2. Whole-wheat cornbread tastes good if you let go of society’s prejudices about cornbread.
3. The best podcast in the world is “Philosophy Bites.”
4. It’s hard to motivate yourself to swim when the entire world is already sopping wet.
5. “Chicken Battle 2000” is the greatest work of art ever. (More on this soon!)

I’m listening to the song “In A Big Country” by the band Big Country and I’m really enjoying it. If you can, listen to it on a good stereo and pay attention to the bass.