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Sunday, February 08, 2004

Dean scream overblown? 

http://my.aol.com/news/news_story.psp?type=4&cat=0809&id=2004020817160001149418

It looks like the whole "I Have a Scream" think may have been a misunderstanding, which is good, because I failed to understand it from day one. Why a candidate raising his voice — not in anger — in a public oration constitutes a such a greivous faux pas remains a mystery to me. I frankly like the willingness to yell in Dean as a speaker.

Easy enough for me to say, "Oh well," and move along, but Howard Dean's been pretty badly affected by this, and doesn't look likely to recover. What a colossal waste for something that I never thought should have been an issue, and that nobody seems to be taking so seriously anymore.

Spam => poetry! 

As a follow-up to one of my first posts, check this blog out.

Thomas' work doesn't answer my original question, of whether random-word spam constitutes poetry; however, there's no reason to expect it to. What it does do is at least hint at the potential of spam for poetry (and, in the process, create some interesting reading in and of itself; today's entry and "Dear Vicodin" were good; but I'm not a poet, so what do I know?)

Sunday, February 01, 2004

Deep Friar's prediction 

Carolina 17, Patriots 14.

Afterwards, Edwards rises relative to Kerry in the polls. Dean claims to have been behind the Panthers all along; he continues to slide. Kucinich spotted at Dawg Pund, in full Browns gear, insisting the game is being held there.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore —
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over —
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

“Dream Deferred” by Langston Hughes

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Thanks to Herb and Jamaal for the following.

"My coat and I are comfortable together. It assumes all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, molds itself to my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements. And I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing." —Victor Hugo

Side note: Herb and Jamaal has got to be among the top ten comics currently being published in newspapers. (The top four, in order, are The Boondocks, followed by Dilbert, Opus and Non Sequitur; FoxTrot and Doonesbury occupy other top positions.)

Monday, January 26, 2004

I go away for a weekend and McPhee pulls this?! 

Thanks to BT for a great breakdown of the Jagr trade.

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

You mean I could play that in Scrabble? 

crapulent (KRAP-yuh-luhnt) adjective

Sick from excessive drinking or eating.

[From Late Latin crapulentus (very drunk), from Latin crapula (drunkenness),
from Greek kraipal (hangover, drunkenness).]

"A doctor examining one of his more crapulent patients said to him,
'Your body is a temple and your congregation is too large.'"
Dale Turner; Guarding Our Health Lets Us Better Serve in Role God
Intended; The Seattle Times; Apr 26, 2003.

"1975: Ever in search of new dining experiences, Vancouverites get
crapulent on goblets of beer and fat drumsticks at the Mediaeval Inn."
Liz Hodgson; The Curve Theme Restaurants; Vancouver Sun (Canada);
Feb 26, 2000.


Thanks to wordsmith.org

Thursday, January 15, 2004

I live here, pt. II 

And apparently, according to the Spirit rover and local reports, as posted by Cornell University, at lunchtime today Rochester was colder than Mars.

EDIT: Thanks to Fred for the link.

Clemens loads foot, shoots off mouth 

http://my.aol.com/news/news_story.psp?type=1&cat=0430&id=2004011509050001116325

Let me get this straight, Mr. Rocket. You played the majority of your career for the division rivals of the Yankees. You've just now come out of retirement to stalk Andy Pettite, who left the Highlanders for Houston following the tumult that was New York's 2003 season. You've signed a seven-figure contract to pitch for the Astros, your hometown team. But you still "consider yourself" a Yankee?

I hate to bust your bubble, Rog, but since you've done exactly that to the entire fandom of the 'Stros with your comment, I will anyway. Major League Baseball considers your fat arse a Houston Astro, as does your new team, as does your old team. What exactly are you trying to say? Are you going show up at Minute Maid wearing pinstripes? Will you throw Yankee hitters easy pitches in interleague or World Series play? Maybe attempt to pitch in both leagues simultaneously?

It's one thing to express your desire to go into the Hall wearing NY on your hat. That I understand, because Boston screwed you over and Toronto was just a waystop. But to say outright that your identity IS Yankee is a slap in the face to the fans of your new home, as well as to your Big Brother, Mr. Pettite. Ask Andy what he considers himself, why dontcha.

I swear, being a Yankee does something to a guy. It just makes you more evil, more hollow inside, more indifferent to the rest of baseball and the world in general.

Sunday, December 07, 2003

I live here. 

Toronto Globe and Mail looks across the lake at Rochester

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