Jen bought a chair on schtickle (sp.) from Crate and Barrel the other day.
She works there as a manager since the bottom fell out of the web design
market, and they have a policy that if a product is returned and damaged and
thus not re sellable, they can offer it to employees at a steep
discount.
This wooden chair thingy is nice and the only damage is a missing piece of molding
(that you can't see unless you look for it) beneath one of the
arms.
I think its a 300 chair and she paid 75 dollars for it.
How exciting. I pay most of the bills, she buys things.
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What else?
Ahh, why didn't anyone tell me that my web cam was picking up my computer's
TV tuner image instead of the web cam?
For days I've been broadcasting channel 3 from Cox Cable 1 frame every 10
minutes. It must have been fascinating.
Perhaps no one watches the web cam. That would be understandable as it's
usually pointed at my fish.
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The two original fish by the way, are getting fat. I can't add a fish to
the tank as it would die within a week - just as the last two have - but
these two fatties are doing great.
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I had the slam last night. It was snowing like hell and while the entire
night was surprisingly well attended audience wise, there were only 3 people
who wanted to compete in the open slam.
A new woman named Brenda did a great job, and Rachel from the Boston Cantab
won when Bernard went over time to the tune of 4 minutes 12 seconds (which
equals minus 3.5 points) and lost - even after getting two 30's during the
night.
Saying he was slightly aggravated by the rules is like saying Pamela
Anderson is slightly infected with Hepatitis C.
The Youth slam was great. Matt R, Laura, Sage-X, and Vegan Scott made the
team, Argo Cabal took the alternate spot.
CR Avery was a good feature. He ran a little long, but someone (*cough*
*cough*.. Jared) gave him the wrong advice on time, so it's not his
fault.
I shot video that night and as soon as I can take a nap I'll be posting it
to GotPoetry.com
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I have Slam Masters coming up. It's a yearly meeting in Chicago of all the
slam masters from around the country. Last year was fun. Go back a year in
the archives of this site and you can read about the time I passed out in a
Chicago dive bar and lost my glasses for 12 hours.
Ahh, memories.
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My uncle is helping me build some custom bookshelves for my dining room. I
know I know, dinner and books don't exactly belong together, but if you were
to see it, you would have to agree the dining room would just look better
with giant book shelves.
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Thanks to everyone who liked my Multi-multimedia poem and let me know that
they liked it.
I read it last night aloud for the first time and it went over well. I have
to tighten it up a lot and rework a few sections, but that's my normal
process.
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I had several people come up to me last night and tell me they read my
journal only for the horoscopes. People I didn't know were reading this
here site of doom. How fucking profound are you johnpowers?
Very profound.
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I miss seeing more people I know at the slam. Its a strange thing that so
many of the poets who performed are not around any more.
Part of it is my fault for never getting out any more. Never getting to
other readings.
Part of it is the direction the slam scene has been going. There have been
a lot of hip hop poets slamming these past two years, and some people feel
they can't compete. Which is ridiculous.
I'm sure there are poets that don't come because of me. I can think of at
least two - Kevin Paide (D.I.) being one of them. What can I do about it
though? Apologize a third time for pissing them off?
Well I have great audiences and the house is always full, so I guess now
that the audience is taken care of I'll have to concentrate on attracting
poets again.
Sometimes running a slam is too much like work. Sheesh.
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Anyway, I rescued a plant from a manager's office. It's a huge palm that
was about dead. Covered in chalky white stuff (I'm not asking) it had no
real light, it was shriveled, and smelled faintly of elderberries.
Now it's taking up almost 1/5 of my cube. Which is a lot since my cube is
about the size of a... well... small cube.
This weekend I plan on sneaking into work and stealing it home.
My cat should love me.
