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poet, technologist, cynic, father of five, child of chaos, punker, prankster, patriot, punster, leftist, latino, japanophile, audiophile, beer drinker, quiche eater, dog walker, soft talker, deep thinker, shallow sleeper, introvert, covert operative in a parallel universe.

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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Sunday, November 25, 2007

    hunter’s moon —
    the dog’s eyes
    widen

     

    Friday, November 23, 2007

    Black Friday —
    an ambulance arrives
    at the Nursing Home

     

    Thursday, November 22, 2007

    quiet Thanksgiving —
    a cat crawls out
    of the dumpster

     

    Tuesday, November 20, 2007

    first snow —
    whose turn is it
    to walk the dog?

     

    Sunday, November 18, 2007

    too cold to snow
    she won’t return
    my call

     

    Saturday, November 17, 2007

    November wind —
    an uninvited guest
    rattles the shutters

     

    Spam subject line du jour

    china capital details history rookie edge edge

     

    Friday, November 16, 2007

    hard frost —
    acorns at the foot
    of the old oak

     

    Wednesday, November 14, 2007

    Spam subject line du jour

    Robot Adult Brain Leg Fork

     

    Monday, November 12, 2007

    Spam subject line du jour

    Computer Tiger Telescope Church Square

     

    Armistice Day —
    I rescue a moth
    from a spider web

     

    Sunday, November 11, 2007

    Veteran’s Day rain —
    an old man holds an umbrella
    above the monument

    (an “oldie” from November 1998)

     

    Friday, November 09, 2007

    last day on the job —
    frost on both sides
    of the windshield

     

    denouement

    sobering to think
    that we both wanted the same thing.
    intoxicating to know
    that neither of us knows for certain
    what lies ahead.
    I need a drink —
    and it’s barely sunrise.

     

    Thursday, November 08, 2007

    Spam subject line du jour

    ethnic juxtaposition dismemberment

     

    Wednesday, November 07, 2007

    Methadone for Music Junkies

    Some of you may know of my fondness for the erstwhile Guided By Voices. Some of you may also know that they were almost never played on commercial radio, and that even the fine college radio stations here in Boston rarely had a place for their low-fi indie pop. Well, salvation has come in the form of Pandora Radio, a website that basically takes the name of a performer as input and then generates a playlist of like-minded acts for one’s listening enjoyment. Thanks to my Guided By Voices “station” on Pandora Radio, I’ve been treated to music both new and familiar. Never one to be a freeloader for very long, I’ve made impulse purchases of CDs by Swearing At Motorists and Jason Loewenstein, and have no doubt that there will be more. Who says that radio is dead?

     

    Tuesday, November 06, 2007

    late train —
    a billboard asks
    “Do you have insomnia?”

     

    Saturday, November 03, 2007

    November night —
    the steam rising
    from a dead cat

     

    Friday, November 02, 2007

    Day of the Dead —
    my son graduates
    from The Academy

     

    Thursday, November 01, 2007

    a trumpet plays Taps —
    my son the Marine informs me
    his Liberty is over

     

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