The BART train home could have been run on the energy that sparked from the electric streams of words last night. For a bunch of sheltered Asian teens from Fremont (and my brother and me, the token white kids), the poetry slam in Berkeley was pretty damn cool ( Read more... )

The commercialism of Ameircan Idol is beyond ridiculous. 11 people sing for 90 seconds, 3 judges give a few seconds of feedback. That could be fit into 1 hour of programming, right? Subtract the standard 15 minutes of commercial and you can easily fit 16.5 minutes of singing into 45 minutes ( Read more... )

I'm pretty tired, and sore, but I didn't play that hard today. I seem to have inherited the Barowsky stuubborness and unwillingness to admit to illness. And I have a staggering time confessing that I can't keep up; if I look like I'm overdoing it and am about to keel over, please bench me, because I won't do it myself.

"pollen" makes me smile.

So I voted today. I guess that means I'm actually an adult. Dude ( Read more... )

Good storms are fun. Wet socks, swampy frisbee fields and slippery, muddy floors are not fun. But good storms are fun ( Read more... )

Today wasn't going so well.

But it got better.

Frisbee was beautiful. Misty gray blended to watery sun and back to shaving cream clouds. Wet grass tickled sweaty skin and cleat spikes meshed perfectly with mud. Ling took a lot of crap each time I caught a floaty pass, even though he's several inches shorter than me, until Neal, in a cloud of his wacky puddle-diving midriff baring playfulness, ( Read more... )

I have a readership of approximately three, so this may turn out to nothing, but we'll see, won't we ( Read more... )

Sonnet CXLVI ( Read more... )

Each afternoon Mark and I leave the school bus at the elementary school and walk down 2 blocks of straight tree-shadowed sidewalk, trip up the stairs from the front walk, fish out one of our keys, and wrestle with the aging doorknob ( Read more... )