The poem is "What Do You Believe a Poem Shd Do? by Ntozake Shange:
quite simply a
poem shd fill you
up with something/
cd make you swoon,
stop in yr tracks,
change yr mind,
or make it up.
a poem shd happen
to you like cold
water or a kiss.
Food for the Creative Imagination.
Someone asked me what my New Years Resolution was yesterday.
"Play less Candy Crush on the subway," I said.
He laughed. He lives in Albany.
I can't make a resolution to lose weight, exercise more, or write more. I just have to do it.
I can resolve not to waste my hours (or as many hours) on those addicting phone apps.
On the subway to work, I did not play games. I composed the beginning of a blog post.
At 12:30, I headed to Penn Station and boarded Amtrak to Albany.
I met up with work friends and we went to a fabulous place called Druthers, where I drank their Oatmeal Stout
After sleeping to 11, or so, which is quite unusual for me, I breakfasted on King's Hawaiian french toast, courtesy of my lovely bride.
Around 3:30 we headed into Manhattan to meet some old friends from California, and met them on the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge.
We then walked over a very crowded bridge, as the sun set, and stopped for a photo op.
December 31, 2015, found me in Manhattan with my family.
I left work early, headed home and made a pit stop at Red, White & Brew, where I grabbed a Blizzard of Hops Winter IPA, from Tröegs Brewing. (More on that later)
Then the family headed into the city and went to the 7:00 show at Eastville Comedy Club.
Among the comics we saw were Dave Smith and Mark DeMayo.
From there, we wandered to Union Square, considered the line at Max Brenner's and then decided to miss the stroke of midnight and catch a 9:50 showing of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Part 2.
2015 has come and gone and not a peep from me on BillyBlog. All my activity has been over on Tattoosday.
But even over in the land of tattoos, fall posting fell off. Work kept me busy. The work that pays the bills.
But, you know, I'm not particularly happy with the state of affairs in my corner of the bologosphere.
So here it is, January 2016, and I am resolving to write more. BillyBlog will be my platform. My goal is, if I don't post here, I'll be busy over on Tattoosday.
Truth be told, I'm typing this on January 3, but dating it January 1. A neat and not-so-honest trick.
I fear, however, I will be playing catch-up year round.
I fear, however, I will return to old ways.
Who knows? May be I'll surprise myself.
Social Media has taken over many things, and I resolve to do less there and more on these old and crusty electronic pages.
Maybe it will be a BillyBlog renaissance.
Maybe these are the death throes, the final thrashing of words before I, ultimately, fall silent.
We shall see. We shall see.
Here it is, September 1, and I am pondering sad old BillyBlog, tossed to the side after Tattoosday took over my life.
September always makes me nostalgic, because that is when I started BillyBlog. It is also when I spun Tattoosday off into its own beast.
Sometimes, in cyberspace, no one can hear you scream.
When I started BillyBlog, I didn't know if it was going to go anywhere, and it did. It hasn't received the moderate success of Tattoosday (and by moderate, I mean people know what it is, and identify it as something that exists). Perhaps, this September stirring will reinvigorate me. More likely, not.
We shall see. We shall see.
Posted by Tattoosday at 8:46 AM
Kids, a long time ago, it seemed that everyone was reading books on the subway. Now it'a all Candy Crush and tablets.
Yesterday I tried to do a little bookpeeping. That is, I tried to spy on what those rare book readers were perusing.
I had a bit of success as I traveled from Lower Manhattan to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.
On the Z train (yes, there is a Z train):
The Glass Menagerie, by Tennessee Williams:
The following post appeared on BillyBlog five years ago, meaning that we are celebrating the silver anniversary of one of the greatest April Fools' pranks in the history of humankind. Well, certainly any I was involved with. This story has taken on a life of its own and, rumor has it, it might even make a cameo in an upcoming issue of The Occidental magazine. Best to look back at the original post here (and a follow-up here) to see the comments posted five years ago....
20 years ago today, Gary McMillan's truck was the special of the day. We were offering a "no money down sale with 3.9% APR financing". Lance Mendelow was the executive salesmen and Nathan Schmoll was very much alive. Brig was having an aneurysm and John Zacker was trying to tell you to "use your dorm influence" to get all of the cars out of the Newcomb lobby.
It's too bad John Zacker never attended one of our Bacon Burger Dog nights I think he might have at least enjoyed our company, if not our horrible cooking!
For those of you who were copied on this email I hope life finds you well. Erich thanks for taking so much heat for us.
Great times, time just goes by too fast,
Wow. I just broke out into hives and a cold, cold sweat. I feel sick to my stomach and my nose has begun to bleed. All of sudden, I can't stop crying and I have the shakes. All of this because of you, Rob.
Wouldn't trade the memories for all the world.
Happy April Fool's. Hope you're all well. I live in Nashville now where another Newcomb-ite, Jennifer Krauss, also lives. She's the weekend news anchor on the local CBS station! Pretty cool stuff.
You losers. I have 8 lbs of investigational anti-psychotics in my office (don't ask), the kids are all in bed, and THIS is what I'm doing..... Damn you, Rob.
Bill, attached is my contribution to your memoir. Personally, I'm particularly fond of #2, Tino's "Cheap Piece o' Sh*t for 29.99" (the death machine that left me in need of the 8 lbs of investigational anti-psychotics in my office.....but that's another story for another time). Also, please note in #7, the sign on the desk behind the 3.9% reads "Lance Mendelow Executive Salesman". Yep, aim high. That's my motto.
Now stop tempting me, or I may just pull out the photos I'm saving to blackmail you all when you think of running for public office.
Posted by Tattoosday at 8:54 AM
He told us, with the years, you will come
to love the world.
And we sat there with our souls in our laps
and comforted them.
When I first started writing Tattoosday, I may have had a couple of tattoos, but I was really very naïve when it came to the subject of the craft itself.
I learned very quickly, maybe within the first week or so, that one should never refer to a tattoo machine as a "gun". An anonymous reader chastised me over that one and I still bear the emotional scars of that mistake.
Another term that is thrown around a lot is "tats". Again, I started out thinking that it was okay, and was quickly called out by a reader.
In all fairness, you hear the words "tat," "tatted up," and other variations with fairly common regularity, so it's not as taboo as calling a machine, a gun, but I made a decision early on to use the extra syllable, and always say "tattoo". It just sounds better, and since I am writing posts that I assume will live forever, I figure I better use full and proper terminology.
Next up: who are the Meaty-Beaties, and why don't I like them?