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Ties and knots

In Uncategorized on March 18, 2018 at 7:57 pm

Ediety, or Merovingian

Merovingian

Eldredge

Eldredge

Trinity

Trinity

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How growing up in the Navy made certain truths self-evident

In Diversity, Navy, Uncategorized on February 16, 2018 at 1:53 pm

NAS Whidbey old seaplane base

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – The Declaration of Independence

Diversity provides a competitive and creative edge, no matter your ethnicity.

I’m a straight, white son of the American working classes. They don’t come much more “cis” than me. Big, hairy, white guy from the rural west. Married. Can tie a tie. I hike, I’ve owned trucks, and I like country music (well, to a point). On the surface of things, it might not make sense to too many that I’m a ferocious proponent of “diversity.”

I want to explain why I am and why it makes me a better writer and why I would not willingly work in a monoculture.

GO NAVY!

I grew up in the United States Navy. I was born into it to a father who was a career sailor, who retired as a Senior Chief during my teenage years. For those of you who have not enlisted or grown up in the military, you need to understand that I until I was 14 I never spent two minutes in a room where everyone was white. Read the rest of this entry »

Digitizing Shakespeare

In Shakespeare, Theatre, Uncategorized on January 7, 2018 at 8:35 pm

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Our world is currently characterized by digitization. On a daily basis we interact with digital tools and properties. However, if we think about digitization in general, we probably think about the big things first: communications (who writes letters these days?), transportation (how many times have we cursed at the computers that make our new cars unfixable with a wrench and a willingness to bark our knuckles), and of course, weapons (drones, anyone?).

But the success of this technology on a large scale has given birth to an almost pathological willingness to experiment on a personal scale. Things we never would have thought needed digital versions – cabs, meals, maps, books, cigarettes, wine – we now can’t imagine in solely analog forms.

Part of this trend is commercial. Entrepreneurs and investors are looking for the proverbial next big thing and who’s to say that isn’t digital underpants that track your menses? Surveys only get you so far. After that you have to take the risk of producing and trying to sell the beeping networked panties of your dreams.

But an arguably more dignified reason for experimenting is the human desire to answer the question “What if?” Read the rest of this entry »

Genealogy!

In Superintelligent sea cucumbers, Uncategorized on October 27, 2016 at 5:17 am

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Rob Delaney‘s progeny.

SONS

Alex
Bavin
Belp Shaganzo
Belth
Beston
Bramber
Bryntallion
Branson
Bryam
Caleb
Cevin
Chavin
Chendy
Chesney
Chunce
Cussler
David
Devon
Frenley
Gennder
Geoff
Gibraltar
Glanley
Glanson
Glem
Grove
Jadden
Jalbravean
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Comic: An oral history of failure, and (partial) redemption

In Uncategorized on May 10, 2014 at 5:36 pm

dave anthony

I have published my profile of comedian Dave Anthony on Medium.

Check yourself, before you wreck yourself.

What?

“We had a practice run at Largo,” he said, referring to the LA comedy and music club. “A couple of his jokes didn’t fly and he he just kind of started attacking the crowd. His portion was kind of deadly, you know?”

Oswalt pulled Anthony aside afterward and said, ‘You going to not do that on the road, are you?’ I didn’t want him attacking every crowd. He exploded at me. ‘You’re a tiny dictator! You get a little bit of power and you turn into an asshole!’

Photo by Angelo

Happy Saint David’s Day, You Mutants!

In Uncategorized on March 1, 2012 at 6:08 pm

Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Sant, you monsters, Cymry and non alike.

St. David, Wales’s patron saint, was famous for inventing the scooter, the daffodil, rounding up all the snakes and sending them over to Ireland and tricking the Scottish into playing the bagpipes. So give thanks unto him.

By today, the daffodils are usually blooming and this year is no exception. So for me St. David’s Day always marks the start of that wonderful part of the year between pistol-kissing weather and the blooming of Satanic lung-weed.

In honor and imitation of Dewi Sant, may you ram a wad of leeks in your trousers. As was the custom at the time.

Photo by Bill Frazzetto

Excerpts from News is Entertainment and Entertainment is Work

In Joe Brooks, Uncategorized on October 24, 2010 at 4:05 am

Joe Brooks

In honor of the passing of my friend, I am republishing my Joe posts

These are excerpts from “News is Entertainment and Entertainment is Work,” which was built out of email exchanges with my friends, including Joe.

Oh, man — “Segway.” Jesus. Joe, tell them your know how to “rite” like “kreyzee” “cuhz” “U” “A” “D” “baughme.” And explain to them that you do not want to have to jump up with them merely because you have been slamming and jamming on their old ladies’ funks. Instead perhaps you could all go out and catch some jumpies. Word to the mother. Man, I’d love to see Joe’s script for a 30 minute teen show set in an SF club. I imagine there would be robots . . .

I don’t think there’s any need to book a room. If I get a message back saying: Joe is creep, no Joe, then we will look for the Do-You-Got-Five-Dollars-For-Gas-For-My-Car-I-Godda-Get-To-Gilroy-Man-My-Fuckin-Cousin-Was-Subos’ta-Put-Gas-In-Man-Phew-Wait-Til-I-See-That-Mutherfuckr-Again-I’ll-Fuckin-Kick-His-Ass Motel in downtown Boiling. Until then, presume a nestling into the sneaky sheets of downtown Kangauterus Inn . . . Read the rest of this entry »

the boys i mean are not refined

In Uncategorized on July 14, 2010 at 9:34 pm

ee_cummings poets american_poets

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever’s on their mind
they do whatever’s in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

ee cummings

Big Time Poetry Theatre Presents: Poems for Men

In Uncategorized on July 3, 2010 at 12:32 am

RIP, Lux Interior

In Rock and/or roll, Uncategorized on February 9, 2009 at 2:39 am

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I only found out tonight that Lux Interior died last week. Lux was very cool to me, a young journalist and punk rock fan, when I interviewed him for a profile on Miami New Times. I wondered if it were still online and found out it was. I think Psychotronic Reaction is the best story I ever wrote. I meant every word. The world is not as good now that Lux is gone.

To quote Lux…KILL ALL SQUARES!

PSYCHOTRONIC REACTION
by Curt Hopkins
For the Miami New Times
March 5, 1998

Currently being posited as an alternative to the mournful noisy rock out of the suddenly loathed Northwest are all kinds of Good-time Joe’s Toe-Tappin’ Jug Band-type nonsense — as though the opposite of morbidly paralyzing introspection were witless grinnin’. Well, there’s another option that has yet to be seriously considered: kicks.

Kicks can be innocent and beautiful, they can be ugly, creepy, or dangerous, but they have no place in the Mall of America and they don’t belong in city hall. Kicks are where you find them and you often find them underground. That’s where the Cramps live.

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