Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Daytrip 3
Today's timcast comes from Philadelphia on the heels of Tim's trip to see Mike and Evy in their secret lair. They have a nice secret lair.
There was indeed a fry bread riot. Mike's bread is still the best around (other than Grandma's). And yes, there were games. Mike and Evy won dice games and Mike won a close game of Trivial Pursuit. Although, when i remythologize the trip, i'll probably claim to win all the games. Dice is a very serious business. It's a game that involves luck, some serious gaming medicine, and of course, the most vital part of Native culture... harassment. Dice work best when you psycho out your oponent. We laughed for hours over few games.
So, Mike's Indian Tacos. These are the best tacos I've had since I left the west. We feasted, we sat, we feasted some more. Lela waste, Kola.
The next morning we moved on to breakfast. A lovely diner called Stacks gave us omletes and more than enough breaksfast meats. The diner is situated on the Passaic River which seemed very low today. We ate while we watched mallards and black ducks swim passed.
Then we moved on to Evy's mother's house where she was cooking the best smelling spanish rice and chicken. I drove home listening to an excellent mixed cd that Mike made of powwow music.
There was indeed a fry bread riot. Mike's bread is still the best around (other than Grandma's). And yes, there were games. Mike and Evy won dice games and Mike won a close game of Trivial Pursuit. Although, when i remythologize the trip, i'll probably claim to win all the games. Dice is a very serious business. It's a game that involves luck, some serious gaming medicine, and of course, the most vital part of Native culture... harassment. Dice work best when you psycho out your oponent. We laughed for hours over few games.
So, Mike's Indian Tacos. These are the best tacos I've had since I left the west. We feasted, we sat, we feasted some more. Lela waste, Kola.
The next morning we moved on to breakfast. A lovely diner called Stacks gave us omletes and more than enough breaksfast meats. The diner is situated on the Passaic River which seemed very low today. We ate while we watched mallards and black ducks swim passed.
Then we moved on to Evy's mother's house where she was cooking the best smelling spanish rice and chicken. I drove home listening to an excellent mixed cd that Mike made of powwow music.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
daytrip 2
“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey…” Jack Kerouac
Today’s timcast comes to you from 39°24′8″N, 74°22′45″W. Here in the City of Brigantine, New Jersey, it is an enjoyable day. Some Brigantine acclimation: The Lenni Lenape camped here, referring to the island as “watamoonica” or Summer Playground. Henry Hudson was the first white guy to record his observations of the island , stating “This is a very good land to fall in with, and a pleasant land to see...". Located just outside of what is now Atlantic City, there is a bay on one side and the ocean on the other, creating what is thought to be the windiest city in the world (sorry, Chicago). Historically, it was used by whalers looking for whale migration to wreak havoc upon and by Privateers (America’s first paid for terrorist group- or rather “patriot” paid pirates that attacked and stole from British ships much like the current day CIA in South America). It is even rumored that Capatin Kidd left treasure on the island. In the gay nineties, there was much development on the island, a railroad connecting to Philadelphia, trolleys running up and down it, and many hotels. With the great depression, that crashed and fell by the wayside. There was a turn around with the legalization of gambling in 1978. Today, it’s very much a residential community (in the 1980’s mostly hotel/casino workers) but now the working class is being outplaced by astronomical taxes (boo, city government- fight the power prolitariat Brigantine- vote them off) and sprawling industry of mansions for the rich. Many stars have their shore houses here, so they can play the casinos in Atlantic City. On the island are the Brigantine Wildlife Refuge and the Marine Mammal Stranding Center. No mammals present today. Hurray, safe mammals.
Wildlife sightings: innumerable seagulls (more innumerabe than the poor in a Dickens novel), a vole, several domesticated dogs, racoon tracks, a merganser and an egret.
Note: In fact, we at timcast, stood at the spot the former famous “Brigantine Castle” stood before it sucame to arson in the eighties.
Accomplishments… Read parts of Big Sur while on the beach. Walked to Wildlife Refuge, reworked Anansi scenes, wrote some Joe Hill scenes, bought a bottle of wine for a party tomorrow at Jerry Puma’s.
Today’s timcast comes to you from 39°24′8″N, 74°22′45″W. Here in the City of Brigantine, New Jersey, it is an enjoyable day. Some Brigantine acclimation: The Lenni Lenape camped here, referring to the island as “watamoonica” or Summer Playground. Henry Hudson was the first white guy to record his observations of the island , stating “This is a very good land to fall in with, and a pleasant land to see...". Located just outside of what is now Atlantic City, there is a bay on one side and the ocean on the other, creating what is thought to be the windiest city in the world (sorry, Chicago). Historically, it was used by whalers looking for whale migration to wreak havoc upon and by Privateers (America’s first paid for terrorist group- or rather “patriot” paid pirates that attacked and stole from British ships much like the current day CIA in South America). It is even rumored that Capatin Kidd left treasure on the island. In the gay nineties, there was much development on the island, a railroad connecting to Philadelphia, trolleys running up and down it, and many hotels. With the great depression, that crashed and fell by the wayside. There was a turn around with the legalization of gambling in 1978. Today, it’s very much a residential community (in the 1980’s mostly hotel/casino workers) but now the working class is being outplaced by astronomical taxes (boo, city government- fight the power prolitariat Brigantine- vote them off) and sprawling industry of mansions for the rich. Many stars have their shore houses here, so they can play the casinos in Atlantic City. On the island are the Brigantine Wildlife Refuge and the Marine Mammal Stranding Center. No mammals present today. Hurray, safe mammals.
Wildlife sightings: innumerable seagulls (more innumerabe than the poor in a Dickens novel), a vole, several domesticated dogs, racoon tracks, a merganser and an egret.
Note: In fact, we at timcast, stood at the spot the former famous “Brigantine Castle” stood before it sucame to arson in the eighties.
Accomplishments… Read parts of Big Sur while on the beach. Walked to Wildlife Refuge, reworked Anansi scenes, wrote some Joe Hill scenes, bought a bottle of wine for a party tomorrow at Jerry Puma’s.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Daytrip 1
This blogcast coming to you from Aaron's, out on the road as part of our Poet Relocation Program (PRP). Thanks for breakfast, Aaron. Aaron tells us that the Peresid (sp?) meteor shower is nigh and that this weekend is a good time to be out of light-pollution-istine to watch the metor shower anytime from midnight until dawn. Yea, Peresids. Hope to see you soon.
Here in the hills of PA, it's in the 80's and sunny and just plain nice to be tooling around. Gas prices- between $2.93 and $3.63. I've seen many rows or corn, and rolling hills and cattle. Crows abound, and there are a few feilds out of a Wyeth painting. Several circles of Redtail Hawks and Turkey Buzzards have also graced our day trip. Pennsylvania is the largest producer of dairy (no, not diary) in the US. So, there's many cows. Most of which appear to be Holstein, but there may have been a Danish Red or two in the mix.
Now, for fieldside meditation and tea.
Be back in Philly tonight for rehearsal.
Coming this week... Mike and Evy confront Tim in a dangerous game of dice & maybe a fry bread riot, we at timcast will sample tomotoes in Jersey roadstands and learn about sand retention and coastal wildlife of Brigantine. Tim will rewrite scenes from Anansi and His Stories and Write The Ballad of Joe Hill.
Peace.
Here in the hills of PA, it's in the 80's and sunny and just plain nice to be tooling around. Gas prices- between $2.93 and $3.63. I've seen many rows or corn, and rolling hills and cattle. Crows abound, and there are a few feilds out of a Wyeth painting. Several circles of Redtail Hawks and Turkey Buzzards have also graced our day trip. Pennsylvania is the largest producer of dairy (no, not diary) in the US. So, there's many cows. Most of which appear to be Holstein, but there may have been a Danish Red or two in the mix.
Now, for fieldside meditation and tea.
Be back in Philly tonight for rehearsal.
Coming this week... Mike and Evy confront Tim in a dangerous game of dice & maybe a fry bread riot, we at timcast will sample tomotoes in Jersey roadstands and learn about sand retention and coastal wildlife of Brigantine. Tim will rewrite scenes from Anansi and His Stories and Write The Ballad of Joe Hill.
Peace.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
If Time is Money and Money is the root of all evil,
Then.. is Time the Root of All Evil?
Then.. is Time the Root of All Evil?
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
From the Sea, I Have Come to Destroy Tokyo
destiny.
this is not a test.
seven sessions alike. this is no generation
warning but admonishment
of my atomic rebirth
close
closer
these will not be bullet points.
confidence at the hesitant breath
wait one beat.
air pulls from space
and i strangle in the dayroom
bright
white
without declaration
this is plaintiff
for a throat is only as useful
as the oxygen it pulls
here to expel the succubae
with an ocean-rest
overcome with peace
this cold sea change
i could have clouded
over antarctica
fenceless land about
exhale
exhale & finally speak
exhale with only two words
this is not a test.
seven sessions alike. this is no generation
warning but admonishment
of my atomic rebirth
close
closer
these will not be bullet points.
confidence at the hesitant breath
wait one beat.
air pulls from space
and i strangle in the dayroom
bright
white
without declaration
this is plaintiff
for a throat is only as useful
as the oxygen it pulls
here to expel the succubae
with an ocean-rest
overcome with peace
this cold sea change
i could have clouded
over antarctica
fenceless land about
exhale
exhale & finally speak
exhale with only two words
