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About Tony Brown
Well, THAT’s special.
Your Score: Spiteful Loner
You are 71% Rational, 28% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant.
You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. In high school, you were probably that kid who wore all black and who sat alone in a corner of the lunch room, drawing pictures of dead babies. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself, like all of the bodies in your backyard. Combine these traits with your dislike of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Most likely, you also have low self-esteem. Hell, I get low self-esteem just looking at you. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn’t care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven’t gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. All you need is for someone to push you over the edge, calling you names and belittling you. Like me. But don’t shoot me. I have a 101 mile-long knife, you know. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak!
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.
2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.
4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Televangelist.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Smartass, and the Sociopath.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
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About Saint_Gasoline
I am a self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual who loves dashes. I enjoy science, philosophy, and fart jokes and water balloons, not necessarily in that order. I spend 95% of my time online, and the other 5% of my time in the bathroom, longing to get back on the computer. If, God forbid, you somehow find me amusing instead of crass and annoying, be sure to check out my blog and my webcomic at SaintGasoline.com.
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Great night, painful night
SPECTACULAR night last night at GotPoetry Live…
Possibly my favorite night so far. It was another poetry and music night, where Faro (and, hopefully, someday, other people as well) play back up music to poems.
Faro’s gotten really good at backing up spoken word, and it showed last night. It was a high energy night with a mix of silly and profound and strong poems from everyone.
April Ranger from the Cantab scene did a superb feature — local hosts, she has my highest recommendation. You can see the archived webcast of her feature here: http://www.blogtv.com/shows/27232 (Yes, we’re webcasting the reading now!)
This reading is kicking into an even higher gear, gang — come out and be part of it. We’re back on January 8 with new poem night.
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The painful part came when I took a bad fall at home later on icy steps and whanged up my back and shoulder but good.
OW. I can barely move my left shoulder today and have a solid line of pain across my back at the level of the lowest ribs where I landed on the leading edge of the bottom stair.
As I said earlier, OW.
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I mourn the loss of the Java Hut, and I hate the anguish its messy end has caused for some of my friends, but I’m thrilled for the soft landing for the Asylum at the Q. It’s a little smaller, but in these days of venues shutting down across the nation, it says something important about the Asylum that it will continue without a break because there were owners who were already saying “we want you guys” before it happened.
As javabill says, the Asylum is the people, not the place. We’ve moved before and thrived. We’ll do it again.
And I’ll be back.
Go read javabill for more info, and get the official details here: http://www.poetsasylum.org
Over and out.
Everything I Know In Life (I Learned From Marijuana)
1. decision
to pass on it or hit it
when it was first offered
made it obvious as to
where
I would stand
in the great battles.
2. buy
no trust
is complete,
but trust
anyway.
3. tools
what you work with
is not as important
as the end result.
4. process
any thing worth doing
is worth doing well.
every loose end should be tightened,
every tear should be repaired,
clean up should be meticulous and
anything left over should be
saved or shared.
5. sharing
it’s never
100 %
reciprocal; someone
will always
take more
than they should.
share anyway,
it comes back
around often enough.
6. nostalgia
looking back
through haze
makes everything
golden.
7. paranoia
yes, they’re watching.
you’re suspect,
they are too, all good things
are under suspicion to someone.
8. appetite
if you can swallow it,
it’ll do the job. all
that matters is empty.
9. once it’s done
it can be revisited,
but it will never
be the same.
Poetry and Music tonight at Gotpoetry Live with feature April Ranger, from Cambridge!
Last show of the year as we won’t be running it on Christmas and New Year’s Day.
Come down, swap presents, read poetry, read poetry to music, make music…and commune.
7:30 at Reflections Cafe, 8 Governor Street, Providence, RI. Cover/donation, $2.
Come down, O poets, O musicians…meet and comingle, meet and collaborate. These are rapidly becoming the best nights on our schedule. And a feature like April’s not to be missed.
R.I.P, Java Hut
It appears the rumors are true, and that the Java Hut, home of the Worcester Poets’ Asylum for the past 12 years or so, is biting the dust as of Sunday following the slam.
It also appears that something’s already in the works for the Asylum to continue elsewhere, although I haven’t heard any confirmation of that yet.
I’ll miss the Hut something fierce — will likely head down there today at some point, something I was planning to do any way.
And I’ll be there for the slam on Sunday. Gotta say good bye.
But what is it that Frank Herbert said in Dune? “Parting with people is a sadness; a place is just a place.” Don’t know if it’s always true, but when it comes to the various venues the Asylum has had over the years, it always manages to stay afloat…
I’ll be there for the opening night of whatever the new venue is, too. Whatever my issues with the scene at the moment, it’s still home. It’s still family.
And it’s still not real yet.
Spam thought
Got an email from a well known (some would say infamous) poet who is promoting a slam. The subject includes the line “Poetry Slams are for the Grown and Sexy!”
I guess I made the right decision getting out, huh? I’ll cop to grown, but sexy??? Not in a million fucking years.
Unless, of course, you go with the idea that everyone is sexy in their own way…but somehow, I think that interpretation isn’t what the promoter is going for.
Warning…friend list trim coming…
I’m going to be trimming the list substantially, I think, over the next few days — nothing personal, just a refocusing of sorts. If you find yourself gone and want to be back on, let me know.
overheard while flipping channels
From the judge on “The People’s Court:”
“What, you don’t like Febreze? What kind of American are you that you don’t like Febreze?”
said the stalker to the cop
seems like
i’m in hot water
today
but
i like that
see
some say
a watched pot
never boils
but i say
sometimes watching
makes the pot boil
sometimes boiling
happens
when a stare
is directed
so perfectly
it heats the pot
she wore sunglasses
whenever she went out
says she never looked my way
but i’m boiling
so
i know she was
she was staring at me
she was
she totally was
hot
Thanks to everyone
who came out to the Duende show at Storytellers last night…I loved all the work in the open, and we think we did a pretty damn good show. Some of those performances, I think, were the best we’ve ever done.
If I can ever get over the tendency to tear up during “Where Do You Live,” I’ll be a happy man.
Duende goes back into the studio now, writing for the new CD which will be a reversal of our usual process — Faro’s writing a suite of music first and I’ll be writing brand new material to go with it. Scary — never done anything like that before.
We’re hunting for gigs too — maybe a short tour in the spring, but certainly some local gigs would be cool before then; hit me up if you’re interested.
I’m in writing mode today, so more later maybe…
Coming up Tonight: Duende
From the Poet’s Asylum website:
Duende performs at Worcester Storytellers on Dec. 14th
Duende, the powerhouse performance duo of Tony Brown and Stephen Cafaro, will perform the Worcester premiere of Americanized next Friday night, December 14th at Worcester Storytellers. Worcester Storytellers meets at the Village Arts Gallery (1 Ekman Street, Worcester). The reading starts at 8:00 p.m. with an open mic; bring your short stories, poetry and charming tales to share. Duende will follow the open.
Worcester Storytellers never charges a cover. They ask you throw some money into the basket to support the artists who feature. For more info please contact Dave Macpherson (aka penny_player ).
Come see us close the year out at this all-ages show. The storm’s over and you know you need to get out of the house, and Duende CD/chapbook sets are a family favorite for your holiday gift-giving needs, as long as your family enjoys extended suites of introspective poetry on personal and political themes coupled with kick-ass electric bass and nylon-string guitar.
Seriously, it’s our premiere of the new CD in Worcester. C’mon down…
ALSO: Does anyone recall whether or not the Storytellers reading has a PA and a mike??? I’m having a complete mindfart on that…will need to get one if they don’t.
Going Back To Bed (draft, again)
If I slip away
from the evening news
to sleep in a good bed,
if i turn off the phone so no one can call on me,
if no one calls on me and I sleep easy,
if I sleep easy and then decide
I deserve the easy dreams I am given,
if I live the peaceful life I believe I deserve —
will I deserve it?
Do I deserve peace,
do any of us deserve peace
when every day we awaken
to murder stories
and shake our heads
when the worst thing that happens to us is that
the cat breaks a candle stick
while jumping from the forbidden dresser
to the center of the bed,
purring and demanding
his morning bowl?
Do I deserve a life
that allows me
to decide my day’s progress
in relative certainty,
because the sharp transition
from hell to heaven and back
is not usually ours to fear?
How can we say we deserve this life
when a switch on the radio can give us
reasons to despair the path ahead?
How easily we move
from the current “here” to the next “here,”
able to shut out “there” because it barely registers,
all other worlds collapsing safely elsewhere!
I think of our comfortable carpets
woven in their lands
taken from them by our need and our war;
their bright poppies
feeding our hip or desperate neighbors.
These are the lives we’re dealt
and we embrace them until the small moment
after the cat’s abandoned us to eat and sleep on his own,
no longer in need of us, and we lie awake on the couch,
each of us thinking:
How can I deserve this life
when luck
handed it to me?
Perhaps I am alone in this,
wondering about the sea level
and the seesaw world.
Perhaps the cat’s got it right:
call on others
to get things done
and when things are done,
slip away to sleep alone.
Perhaps I will sleep on it some more,
roll deep into the feather bed
and learn to deserve what I’ve got —
let the cat find his own food
in the corners of the basement,
let him rip off heads and feed
till he’s quiet. Perhaps I should find
someone to sleep with
who will remind me
to turn the radio off
once in a while. Perhaps
my sleeping easily
is just the cost of doing business,
and luck is just a glorified way to say
I’m sticking someone else with the bill…
or perhaps we pay,
a little,
every time
we wake up staring
into the dark.
