Daily Archives: June 20, 2005

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Thrill to the unprecedented spectacle of Tony Brown attempting to go to bed before 11 PM and sleep through the night!

If I make it, it will be the first time in a long time I’ve had an uninterrupted night of sleep.

I’m not taking Seroquel — we’re going natural for this one.

If I get up in the middle of the night, I promise to post here when I get up.

Please — place your bets! In the comments section, identify the time YOU think I’ll be awake in the middle of the night, or if I’ll make it through to 6:30 AM.

The winner (closest in absolute minutes to the time I log on) wins nothing but the admiration of a doting populace. It ain’t much, but it’s something.

Fire when ready.

ETA:
I was awake at 5:43. Close enough to a full night’s sleep! You folks who predicted I would sleep the whole night win, as do I. 😀

I’m sure it was the lullaby that did it, Ms. J. 😉


Sleater-Kinney

The late Ken Hunt and I argued on more than one occasion about which of us had the bigger unrequited crush on Carrie Brownstein.

I think we declared it a draw.

My love has only increased with this latest album. And I’m increasingly infatuated with Janet Weiss, too.

I’m not quite sure why I don’t feel the same about Corin Tucker. She’s more like a sister to me.

Goddamn. I really believe this is the best rock band in America right now.


upon waking, he blows his nose yet again

I am not ashamed to say
that I was able to look at Ground Zero
for no more than fifteen minutes

watching tourists
take pictures of each other
with my burning friends as a backdrop

and the cops watched them too
and I do not know what they thought
but I do know everyone stopped everything

when a crane pulled a girder from the pile
and fire poured out of the hole
and a water truck sprayed it all to hell

and then they started up again
and I had to walk away
because I could smell the ruins

and it was a whole two months later
and I was not ready for how sweet
such a smell could be

like flowers in a parlor
like fruit forgotten on a porch
or candy you’ve been forced to eat

and I do not have a picture
but I always have my nose
and when I close my eyes

I am still in New York City
as my friends rise up to greet me
and they will not let me say goodbye

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