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this annoying fly is buzzing around the light in my ceiling. you can’t see him, but he’s there. and i think he’s laughing.

this weekend… i would recommend to anyone within sight of these words that they see pushpush theatre’s production of glass menagerie. i would, but i cannot, as the show closed saturday night after being extended an additional two weeks past its original strike date. but friday night brought so much life and so much humor …

there it is! the stickfigure violence i wanted to bring to your attention earlier has resurfaced!this is the second week of my self-imposed caffeine-reduction therapy. i have gotten used to the taste of caffeine-free coca-cola, i take my morning decaf coffee with one hazelnut creamer, one mocha creamer and no sugar, and i drink more …

it’s odd. poe‘s last album came out in october, but it gets no airplay until some dj stumbles upon a b-side featuring more of her brother‘s voice than her own. personally, i like the original more.

in high school, i was a scurrying mallrat. nothing else to do in chattanooga, and i had managed to get banned from turtles records and tapes. after a year or so of college, i became a mall minion with a waldenjob. it wasn’t profitable, i barely made enough money to put toward my car payment …

who knew there was so much animosity in the stickman community? can’t they all just get along? (update: looks like that link didn’t survive the night. and it was dang funny too. well, i suppose you can go to the main site if you want to test your translation skills.)

maybe you are bored. maybe you need to place a call without a cell phone. maybe you want to pretend you are tony soprano. maybe you need a metro atlanta payphone list.

went to lunch. walked through the mall. heard a house remix of billie holiday’s god bless the child streaming out of the gap. felt ill. left. this is less than a day or so after being reminded again of how tragically brilliant holiday was, and it makes me rethink the whole concept behind the remix. …

this was my fourth ani difranco show. admittedly, her music is not for everyone. it is honest and confrontational, passionate and emphatic. she defined the role of an alt-folk grrl, a girl and her guitar alternating between self-affirmative ballads and scathing stand-and-deliver political commentary interlaced with a rhythmic cadence of post-beat spoken word, then she …

tax day. it is rather amazing that we have so little confidence in the day to day mechanics of our government, yet we live in paranoic fear of this day in april. so many of us slip under the federal radar, day after month after year, but then comes the middle of april and we …