All this mosque chatter has me in something is wrong on the internet mode. I try to avoid it, but sometimes the temptation to get sucked in is too much.
There have been two functioning mosques in lower Manhattan for years. One has been operating since 1970. What exactly is the no mosques allowed zone around the sacred area that is ground zero? Is it two blocks? Seven? The island of Manhattan? The tri-state area? Are food carts allowed to sell falafel and halal foods while Chinese made trinkets that state "never forget' are sold within the footprint?
America has never met a wedge issue it cannot milk to death.
The tenth anniversary next year is going to be a massive amount of, well, something. Plenty of t-shirts, commemorative coins and crap from the Franklin Mint for everyone.
Most times, I find videos of baby animals and post them to Facebook. It's very soothing.
Blood pressure has dropped already.
Showing posts with label people need to chill out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people need to chill out. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Things that are Happening, and what Already Has
This weekend, starting on Saturday night, Scott Woods is once again doing a 24 hour poetry reading.
There's even a schedule here.
A couple of nights ago I went to the Poetry Forum at the Rumba Cafe and went to Joanna Schroeder's feature.
She is one of the most supportive humans on the planet and a very hard working poet. It was my pleasure to go out on a night I was feeling cranky and have my grouchiness reduced by a night of wonderful poetry.
All the blow back from health care reform passing has turned up my ire this week. Man, so much anger out there. This country really needs to sit back and exhale for a minute.
I was a bit disappointed in the new book by Marilyn Johnson. You know I love librarians and libraries but this book had a lot of east coast bias, probably due to limited time and finances to research, but it was more descriptive in librarian fashion than in any real discussion of libraries in the modern world. What exactly is going on was blurred more by the longest chapter in the book, on Second Life, that brought the book to a screeching halt for me. There is some good value in chapters on how the New York Public Library is adapting but too much of the text is about cupcakes and twee while ignoring any real substance. Read The Dead Beat instead.
Slam tonight at Kafe Kerouac. It's time to be in a poetry slam instead of reading about race and poetry slam. We do it better than talk it to death, at least this week, I think. This white, middle aged man is ready to bring it.
First, to wake the kid up for school.
There's even a schedule here.
A couple of nights ago I went to the Poetry Forum at the Rumba Cafe and went to Joanna Schroeder's feature.
She is one of the most supportive humans on the planet and a very hard working poet. It was my pleasure to go out on a night I was feeling cranky and have my grouchiness reduced by a night of wonderful poetry.
All the blow back from health care reform passing has turned up my ire this week. Man, so much anger out there. This country really needs to sit back and exhale for a minute.
I was a bit disappointed in the new book by Marilyn Johnson. You know I love librarians and libraries but this book had a lot of east coast bias, probably due to limited time and finances to research, but it was more descriptive in librarian fashion than in any real discussion of libraries in the modern world. What exactly is going on was blurred more by the longest chapter in the book, on Second Life, that brought the book to a screeching halt for me. There is some good value in chapters on how the New York Public Library is adapting but too much of the text is about cupcakes and twee while ignoring any real substance. Read The Dead Beat instead.
Slam tonight at Kafe Kerouac. It's time to be in a poetry slam instead of reading about race and poetry slam. We do it better than talk it to death, at least this week, I think. This white, middle aged man is ready to bring it.
First, to wake the kid up for school.
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