tuesday night’s celebration was a bit tempered down here.
it was midnight when we finally made it out, and there wasn’t exactly the times square kind of atmosphere in east baton rouge parish. chelsea’s, a pretty hip little bar, was happy, but subdued. that didn’t stop bridget, mel and i from raising a few in celebration.
the lovely hooch, his much lovelier wife sarah, and the great dave shoot made their way onto a youtube video. from southern illinois, y’all. my prez is black:
in other news, nader appeared on howard stern this week. re-read that. i was driving to the gym, and i heard howard say, “the next tape is from a guy named sam tripoli.” sam and nader do a comedy show on the national lampoon radio network. the stern show is having an “i want to be howard stern” contest, and sam and nader submitted their show. well … i heard howard play it. and he liked it. and so did fred, and robin, and artie. it was pretty fucking surreal. hopefully they’ll get to do an hour show on howard 101. i told nader, you’ve already made it in my eyes. you could quit now. awesome.
speaking of awesome, chicago mel recently posted this poem, and i think it’s the greatest thing ever:
Everything I Needed to Know Mom Taught Me
The first time I understood life was inside Kohl’s dressing room. Someone had taken a shit on the floor.
I was five and trying on pants. There was shit on the floor.
It’s easy to get lost in Kohl’s. When I found Mom I showed her the shit.
“Mom” I said, “Can you do that here?”
“If you really have to go. Yes” she said.
…
awesome.
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Love the poem. Nader and Chicago Mel are well on their way to great things.
man normally i’m not a huge fan of poetry but that is the best poem i’ve read in a long time BY FAR. and i’m not just saying that because it’s about shit. it’s got that certain bukowski touch to it (being that IS, after all, about feces) but there’s also (and maybe i’ve just been brainwashed by the recent political climate in our country) an underlying sense of hope about it.
as far as the howard stuff goes, well…sometimes weird shit happens, i guess.
but i appreciate the recognition, white. if i get the show on howard 101 i’ll be sure to give a shout out to the white kid from mt. zion.
that’s hilarious that you two were the first to comment on mel’s poem. i was telling her how much i liked it yesterday, and i said, “i’ve got friends who are going to fucking love that poem.” it’s honest. talks about kohl’s, trying on pants, getting lost. if you looked at mel quickly, you would not immediately guess that a poem like that came out of her. pretty cool.
That really is an amazing poem.
At first, I thought I may never look at Kohl’s the same.
Upon the third reading, I realized I was sure of it.
I’ll never shop anywhere else again.
Speaking of Caribouuuuu, they updated
http://www.palinaspresident.us/
i liked the old site … i kept clicking on the stuff and nothing happened! chicago mel’s got a built in audience with my friends. we like stories about kohl’s and shitting.
Ah! You are too kind.
In response to the Palinaspresident the oval office is looking much better although I miss shooting the dear and the sealpupskin.
hey mel. still here with my parents. pondering going and laying on the train tracks. i hope your weekend is more lively than mine (although last night was fairly lively, i suppose). speaking of the oval office, i’ve read some great racist lines about the obama’s taking over the white house. that they’re going to turn the rose garden into a watermelon patch and will start bar-b-q-ing on the white house lawn. seriously, i read this shit in moreen dowd’s column in the nytimes. reminds me of when tiger woods won the master’s and lee travino commented that the winner’s dinner this year would probably be fried chicken and collard greens. and i ask, “what’s wrong with that?” i love fried chicken and collard greens.
dude, i thought you were all excited because you’d gotten a new camera. was said excitement laden in getting such a fantastic deal on a 1 megapixel cybershot with D batteries?
but i suppose it’s like good indie music (oxymoronic any?) the content here’s what’s appreciated. mostly in that i’m in my hometown which while a tradeoff in progressiveness, can have kindred folks like y’all to make it all seem like a gag while we enjoy the perks like good coffee and fried gator.
i’ll give you the gator … although i’m still missing my west coast coffee (but i’m more of a tea guy anyway.) that was a good night out there on carlotta. we’ll have to dress up and go get drunk again sometime soon …