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It’s lamented that the youth get their news from Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. It’s lamentable that they get more from them than from the news. Both guys cover books on broad subjects. The ‘real’ news gives Sarah Palin’s book as much time as if it were important. You could almost get the idea she had actually written it.
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Here we go. I’m skiing the American Birkebeiner this Saturday. 50 Kilometers of Wisconsin snow. Oh boy am I in for it.
I’ll be staying with some friends from the ‘ol college Nordic ski team, who continue to meet every year for the Birkie. The usual itinerary is:
- Check into our rented house the day before
- Eat lots of spaghetti
- Get up early and ski the Birkie
- Have a beer at Angler’s (a short walk from the finish line)
- Return to our rented home, nap
- Shot-ski
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Day Job and Night Job →
After my night job, I sat in class
and ate, every thirteen minutes,
an orange peanut-butter cracker.
Bright grease adorned my notes.
At noon I rushed to my day job
and pushed a broom enough
to keep the boss calm if not happy.
In a hiding place, walled off
by bolts of calico and serge,
I read my masters and copied
Donne, Marlowe, Dickinson, and Frost,
scrawling the words I envied,
so my hand could move as theirs had moved
and learn outside of logic
how the masters wrote. But why? Words
would never heal the sick,
feed the hungry, clothe the naked,
blah, blah, blah
Why couldn’t I be practical,
Dad asked, and study law—
or take a single business class?
I stewed on what and why
till driving into work one day,
a burger on my thigh
and a sweating Coke between my knees,
I yelled, “Because I want to!”—
pained—thrilled!—as I looked down
from somewhere in the blue
and saw beneath my chastened gaze
another slack romantic
chasing his heart like an unleashed dog
chasing a pickup truck.
And then I spilled my Coke. In sugar
I sat and fought a smirk.
I could see my new life clear before me.
It looked the same. Like work.
Andrew Hudgins, “Day Job and Night Job” from Ecstatic in the Poison. Copyright © 2003 by Andrew Hudgins. Reprinted without permission from the Poetry Foundation’s website.
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Tumblr Stole My Domain At The Behest of A Corporation →
Totally ridiculous. Y’all know better than that.
Why does Pitchfork need a Tumblr?
This one definitely gets filed under not cool.
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