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Samiya Bashir’s books of poetry, Field Theories (Spring 2017), Gospel, andWhere the Apple Falls, and anthologies, including Role Call: A Generational Anthology of Social & Political Black Literature & Art, exist. Sometimes she makes poems of dirt. Sometimes zeros and ones. Sometimes variously rendered text. Sometimes light. She lives in Portland, Ore, with a magic cat who shares her obsessions with trees and blackbirds and occasionally crashes her classes and poetry salons at Reed College.

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Thursday, May 27, 2004

If you don't love Laura Flanders yet ...

then you'd better get on board baby!


She's brilliant and awesome. She cooks a mean rack. She cracks me the hell up. She's, like, nice. :-)

Click Here and Listen to her for yourself!


... or Click Here and Buy Her Book!
(then read it ... i feel like i must say this)


... or Click Here and Check her out on Air America (if you don't get it ... stream it!)


Now, don't say you don't know!
(If she's allergic to me, be fair warned, I take at least one of those praises back!)
(nah, all right. i'm kiddin'.)

Deep Stolen Thoughts, by Jack Handy

Reading through this c-razy midwesterner (oxymoron? methinks yes.) Kevin's blog (Thanks Kev!) I found a bunch of great Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handy ('member those?):

Here's a few good ones for you old farts:

That crow seems to be calling my name, thought Caw.

(y'all know I got a Crow thing)


When I die, i hope they say of me, Damn (s)he owed me a lot of money.


If you're a horse, and someone gets on you, and falls off, and then gets right back on you, I think you should buck him off right away.


I told my nephew I would take him to Disneyland. We got in my car and I took him to a burned out warehouse.
"Oh no!" I said, "Disneyland burned down!"
He cried and cried, but deep down I think he thought it was a pretty good joke.


I wouldn't be surprised if someday some fishermen caught a big shark and cut it open, and there inside was a whole person. Then they cut the person open, and in him is a little baby shark. And in the baby shark there isn't a person, because it would be too small. But there's a little doll or something, like a Johnny Combat little toy guy---something like that.


If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.


Isn't it sad to think that families can be ripped apart by something as simple as wild dogs?


If trees could scream, would be be so cavelier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, and for no good reason.


If you ever fall off the sears tower go real limp, like a dummy and someone with catch you because, hey, free dummy!


Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing?!"


To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?" you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks."

Blow through this link!


(you greedy americanus)

Don't get it twisted: Why I Love the NY Times (by Sheeba Baby)

1,000 pages of cat litter.

it's grey.
it's a GREAT pee catcher.
it keeps the windows clean so i can stay vigilant in my Hawk-watch (Eeeeat the birds ... tuppins a head ... tuppins ... tuppins ... tuppins ... a head!).

Also ... she tends to ignore my pleas for lap-time when she's reading.

Finally, if she's really really busy, I can sneak food off of her plate.


Now, speaking of food, who does a cat have to lick to get them to put Haagen Daz on the f'in Atkins Diet?

Free Speech? Not for Poets!

The Daytona Beach News-Journal: Editorials

Now, the Feeder insists that she read this one already (yawn), but since the Cave Canemers have re-sent it ... I figure, SHUT UP LADY! Perhaps someone else hasn't ...

Read this mess.

The changing face of America indeed ...

Me, I'm going to Egypt. It may be the "Middle East" (so they say, just cuz they're muslims. Whatever.) but they sure know how to show their love for cats there.


(p.s. I love poetry because it feeds me.)

The Grey Lady Apologizes! (uh, sorta)

The New York Times: From the Editors: The Times and Iraq

Now, I don't know if my Feeder is gonna retract her ban on a Times subscription, and I can't quite tell her "I told ya so!" (cuz on this one, I was with her) ...

And after all ... it was BURIED deep in the inside pages ... but still.

If even the damn Times knows it was full of shit ... who else wants to hold out?

Come on ... I dare ya ...

(In the borrowed words of KB2: Bush to Iraqi Insurgents: "Please stop bringing it on.")

President Gore's Speech -- 5/27/04

MoveOn PAC

Ok. Now ... please see voter cuss-out below. I mean ... isn't a good part of the world going: "Why isn't he president again? What happened now? Something about a Supreme Court?"

Of course ... that'd be assuming that people have as long-term a memory as 2000.


If You Bitches Don't Vote Then I Tell Ya What ... !!

Rock the Vote - Home | Report: 1 of every 75 U.S. men in prison News | Report: 1 of every 75 U.S. men in prison

With a due bow to Sheeba's cutie :-)

tsk tsk tsk ... commentary to come

Bumpin in on Sheeba�s space (cuz she�s chillin at the window winding up her aim for tonight)

So much to write about, right? How about a doggy-style black girl with a big question: What's Behind Her? (hmmm... gee ... )

Uh ... wow ...

Are ad dollars so few and far between?

1) First of all ... there's that ... then the whole "what's behind brandy" ... well ... VIBE seems to be fuckin' her pretty royally from behind (see mast)

2) The horror is that the ladies at the office seem completely unoffended...

3) I shoulda NEVER gone to college ... this whole "critical thought" thing'll be the death of me one day soon I tellyawhat.

4) I mean, let�s flow for a minute: Caption a) malegazeatwoman (skeetskeetskeet=sexy (perfect segue into �hip hop meets porn� I suppose); Caption b) malegazewishfullyatself (raw&uncut--clearly phallic + HIPHOP meets porn); Cap c) WHAT'S BEHIND BRANDY? (is that an invitation?); Cap d) mobb deep -- recalling the male-gaze-lesbian-fantasy; Cap e) heads up (do i really need to comment? i think not ... but they threw in �groupie� in case you missed the head ref); Cap f) a list of a buncha overtly macho references and a white girl sandwiched inside -- like uh -- can we attempt to enflame the whole black-male-assumed-direct-route-to-testosterone thing a teensy bit more?

Now, I need to say a few things:

A -- It is DAMN HARD (no testes-laden-pun-intended) to offend me (I tend to have a rather offensive sense of humor myself).

B - I�m not even sure I�m offended, just �troubled� ... perhaps it�s the continual crossing of lines these days ... who knows.

C -- One of the many reasons for that may very well be because my brain needs something non-Iraq-related to be troubled about (whew, what a break! Skeet on my brothas!).

D -- Another of the things that�s also got me most is that the basic response from the ladies in the officina is �She looks pretty� (with due flack to whoever needed to tighten her weave) -- dang.

D -- My American-ADD-addled brain may forget this whole thing as soon as I post it (what -- American Idol? (really, just kiddin)) But I look forward to your thoughtful thoughts world. (Sheeba�s due later).

Skeet On!

(p.s. rave on FANGS!)

More Things to Do In Brooklyn When You're Dead ...

A Treasure from Treasure
1. try crack -- you're the one person in the world who won't become addicted
2. start a relationship with an emotionally distant lover -- you can change him or her
3. committ to doing something you abhor and sign a binding contract
4. think about death incessantly.  
5. Open up lots of charge and credit accounts.  Purchase many many things.  They buy happiness.
 7.  Have lots of unprotected sex with many different partners.
8. Limit your diet to highly processed, prepackaged or fast food.
9.  Eliminate water from your drink menu
10. Offer to do everthing for everyone; even at the cost of sleep.  Use pills to try to keep on top of things.

Here's me when I was young and spry. Man. In those days I'd chase just about anything that moved. These days, I prefer to be chased--and not that fast either.

Here's me old and evil ... but on the lap of a cutie, as always. Gota love me.

I'm personally ashamed ...

at the lame shit that woman's posted while i was off napping.
i mean ... greek gods? that's just the kinda shit she gets into when left to her own devices. nonsense.

didja hear the one about major donor publishers getting gubbmint contracts to print the 9/11 commission reports?

If you didn't, it's cuz i just made that up.
Or did I .......

"If anyone has the balls to fire Rumsfeld, I say go ahead."
Tammy Hainzlsperger

Also from my 86th favorite rag, here's that girl's OTHER horrorscope (see why she didn't post this?):
Scorpio: (Oct. 24—Nov. 21)
Sometimes it feels like true happiness slipped past you in an instant. In reality, it crept by slowly, taking extreme care not to be seen.

"Well I got 'er number! How do you like them apples!"

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Posting ...

I don't know who the fuck that Samiya is to take over my fucking
Get your own account you f'in cheapo.

this has been a test.

Hey, you know you really should tip that Rob Breszny

Mama This Week:

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): The Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai wrote that "The soul is a search; the soul is a dance of searches for whatever is lost." Let that be your guiding thought in the coming weeks, Scorpio. The astrological omens suggest that it's high time for you to go looking for a missing treasure. The best way to ensure that you find it is to feed and praise and give free rein to the part of you that you call your soul.

Yeah. High time indeed.
Samiya here ... Sheeba's off puking somewhere (she didn't tell you she was a TOTAL bulemic, did she. mmph.)
So I'm definitely in search of ... not this year, I don't know if I want to say all that right now, but perhaps it's true. Searching. So, perhaps this week I'll do some feeding of my soul.

If anyone out there (you know how you are ... freaks...) has got something to feed my soul, hook a sista up!

Went to the LIberty game tonight. Ironically enough (if ya know me) we played Detroit. Spanked 'em actually. Okay, that's not true. Barely made away w/ our hats, but made away we did.

The girl in front of my seat is a young whipper snapper name of "Maddie" ... like the Liberty mascot dog. Kinda cute really.
She needs a $75 shirt.

John McCain is currently kinda reminding me of my Uncle Ken.
Go ahead ... tell him that. I think it was a compliment. Well, really just a statement of fact. I tend to give compliments face to face. I suppose it was the serious earnestness mixed with that goofy sense of humor we all love. The Daily Show (again) ... repeat (see previous post of Sheeba's)

QUESTION -- WHAT IS "NATURAL MALE ENHANCEMENT"? I mean ... really. All they sell on the tube these days is sex and drugs. And then they blame us for partaking. Nutso if you ask me.

So anyway ... just a note to self: I've notably recommited to a certain search today. Thanks, Rob, for the reminder :-)

I'll put another dime in that tip jar!

Hey, if you wanna join me world, do so here (you get a "personal" thank you!):

and if, after reading about my own certain enlightment, you wanna check for yours, click me baby!

The Village Voice: Features: Paranoid Nation: Lost in America by Kareem Fahim

The Village Voice: Features: Paranoid Nation: Lost in America by Kareem Fahim

things to do in brooklyn when you're dead.

oh, wait. if that's your situation then rest assured: you did it already.

nah, i'm kiddin. but i gotta say, if you haven't read Susan Sontag's piece in last weeks' NYTimes Magazine ... yr missin some pretty purrrr-licious commentary.

if you missed it, check it out:

Speaking of "if you missed it" ... whatever happened to THE DAILY SHOW? what's up with the week's worth of re-runs.
Let me tell you the deal: samiya comes home from whatever the hell she does all day. i bug her while she pees. i bug her while she takes off her "street drag". I bug her until she feeds me. then i bug her to sit on her lap 68 times until she finally screams at me to stay on the floor -- or gives in. How you like them odds? Me, I can live with 'em.

but ... then what generally happens is, she does whatever she wants so LONG as she turns on The Daily Show (comedy central -- best news ever -- haha) while she does it.

I'm happy. She's happy. The freaks at Comedy Central are happy. One more reminder to pay the cable bill. But now ... I've seen them all before.

I did see this ... crazy Jon Stewart's commencement speech (it's the grand year of the commencement speech, so long as you're not the president's kids I suppose):

Jon Stewart's ('84) Commencement Address

Thank you Mr. President, I had forgotten how crushingly dull these ceremonies are. Thank you.

My best to the choir. I have to say, that song never grows old for me. Whenever I hear that song, it reminds me of nothing.

I am honored to be here, I do have a confession to make before we get going that I should explain very quickly. When I am not on television, this is actually how I dress. I apologize, but theres something very freeing about it. I congratulate the students for being able to walk even a half a mile in this non-breathable fabric in the Williamsburg heat. I am sure the environment that now exists under your robes, are the same conditions that primordial life began on this earth.

I know there were some parents that were concerned about my speech here tonight, and I want to assure you that you will not hear any language that is not common at, say, a dock workers union meeting, or Tourretts convention, or profanity seminar. Rest assured.

I am honored to be here and to receive this honorary doctorate. When I think back to the people that have been in this position before me from Benjamin Franklin to Queen Noor of Jordan, I cant help but wonder what has happened to this place. Seriously, it saddens me. As a person, I am honored to get it; as an alumnus, I have to say I believe we can do better. And I believe we should. But it has always been a dream of mine to receive a doctorate and to know that today, without putting in any effort, I will. Its incredibly gratifying. Thank you. Thats very nice of you, I appreciate it.

Im sure my fellow doctoral graduateswho have spent so long toiling in academia, sinking into debt, sacrificing God knows how many years of what, in truth, is a piece of parchment that in truth has been so devalued by our instant gratification culture as to have been rendered meaninglesswill join in congratulating me. Thank you.

But today isnt about how my presence here devalues this fine institution. It is about you, the graduates. Im honored to be here to congratulate you today. Today is the day you enter into the real world, and I should give you a few pointers on what it is. Its actually not that different from the environment here. The biggest difference is you will now be paying for things, and the real world is not surrounded by three-foot brick wall. And the real world is not a restoration. If you see people in the real world making bricks out of straw and water, those people are not colonial re-enactorsthey are poor. Help them. And in the real world, there is not as much candle lighting. I dont really know what it is about this campus and candle lighting, but I wish it would stop. We only have so much wax, people.

Lets talk about the real world for a moment. We had been discussing it earlier, and II wanted to bring this up to you earlier about the real world, and this is I guess as good a time as any. I dont really know to put this, so Ill be blunt. We broke it.

Please dont be mad. I know we were supposed to bequeath to the next generation a world better than the one we were handed. So, sorry.

I dont know if youve been following the news lately, but it just kinda got away from us. Somewhere between the gold rush of easy internet profits and an arrogant sense of endless empire, we heard kind of a pinging noise, and uh, then the damn thing just died on us. So I apologize.

But heres the good news. You fix this thing, youre the next greatest generation, people. You do thisand I believe you canyou win this war on terror, and Tom Brokaws kissing your ass from here to Tikrit, let me tell ya. And even if you dont, youre not gonna have much trouble surpassing my generation. If you end up getting your picture taken next to a naked guy pile of enemy prisoners and dont give the thumbs up youve outdid us.

We declared war on terror. We declared war on terrorits not even a noun, so, good luck. After we defeat it, Im sure well take on that bastard ennui.

But obviously thats the world. What about your lives? What piece of wisdom can I impart to you about my journey that will somehow ease your transition from college back to your parents' basement?

I know some of you are nostalgic today and filled with excitement and perhaps uncertainty at what the future holds. I know six of you are trying to figure out how to make a bong out of your caps. I believe you are members of Psi U. Hey that did work, thank you for the reference.

So I thought Id talk a little bit about my experience here at William and Mary. It was very long ago, and if you had been to William and Mary while I was here and found out that I would be the commencement speaker 20 years later, you would be somewhat surprised, and probably somewhat angry. I came to William and Mary because as a Jewish person I wanted to explore the rich tapestry of Judaica that is Southern Virginia. Imagine my surprise when I realized The Tribe was not what I thought it meant.

In 1980 I was 17 years old. When I moved to Williamsburg, my hall was in the basement of Yates, which combined the cheerfulness of a bomb shelter with the prison-like comfort of the group shower. As a freshman I was quite a catch. Less than five feet tall, yet my head is the same size it is now. Didnt even really look like a head, it looked more like a container for a head. I looked like a Peanuts character. Peanuts characters had terrible acne. But what I lacked in looks I made up for with a repugnant personality.

In 1981 I lost my virginity, only to gain it back again on appeal in 1983. You could say that my one saving grace was academics where I excelled, but I did not.

And yet now I live in the rarified air of celebrity, of mega stardom. My life a series of Hollywood orgies and Kabala center brunches with the cast of Friends. At least thats what my handlers tell me. Im actually too valuable to live my own life and spend most of my days in a vegetable crisper to remain fake news anchor fresh.

So I know that the decisions that I made after college worked out. But at the time I didnt know that they would. See college is not necessarily predictive of your future success. And its the kind of thing where the path that I chose obviously wouldnt work for you. For one, youre not very funny.

So how do you know what is the right path to choose to get the result that you desire? And the honest answer is this. You wont. And accepting that greatly eases the anxiety of your life experience.

I was not exceptional here, and am not now. I was mediocre here. And Im not saying aim low. Not everybody can wander around in an alcoholic haze and then at 40 just, you know, decide to be president. Youve got to really work hard to try toI was actually referring to my father.

When I left William and Mary I was shell-shocked. Because when youre in college its very clear what you have to do to succeed. And I imagine here everybody knows exactly the number of credits they needed to graduate, where they had to buckle down, which introductory psychology class would pad out the schedule. You knew what you had to do to get to this college and to graduate from it. But the unfortunate, yet truly exciting thing about your life, is that there is no core curriculum. The entire place is an elective. The paths are infinite and the results uncertain. And it can be maddening to those that go here, especially here, because your strength has always been achievement. So if theres any real advice I can give you its this.

College is something you complete. Life is something you experience. So dont worry about your grade, or the results or success. Success is defined in myriad ways, and you will find it, and people will no longer be grading you, but it will come from your own internal sense of decency which I imagine, after going through the program here, is quite strongalthough Im sure downloading illegal filesbut, nah, thats a different story.

Love what you do. Get good at it. Competence is a rare commodity in this day and age. And let the chips fall where they may.

And the last thing I want to address is the idea that somehow this new generation is not as prepared for the sacrifice and the tenacity that will be needed in the difficult times ahead. I have not found this generation to be cynical or apathetic or selfish. They are as strong and as decent as any people that I have met. And I will say this, on my way down here I stopped at Bethesda Naval, and when you talk to the young kids that are there that have just been back from Iraq and Afghanistan, you dont have the worry about the future that you hear from so many that are not a part of this generation but judging it from above.

And the other thing.that I will say is, when I spoke earlier about the world being broke, I was somewhat being facetious, because every generation has their challenge. And things change rapidly, and life gets better in an instant.

I was in New York on 9-11 when the towers came down. I lived 14 blocks from the twin towers. And when they came down, I thought that the world had ended. And I remember walking around in a daze for weeks. And Mayor Giuliani had said to the city, Youve got to get back to normal. Weve got to show that things can change and get back to what they were.

And one day I was coming out of my building, and on my stoop, was a man who was crouched over, and he appeared to be in deep thought. And as I got closer to him I realized, he was playing with himself. And thats when I thought, You know what, were gonna be OK.

Thank you. Congratulations. I honor you. Good Night.

So, hey, listen. This lady wants a bike. She's cheap though and doesn't wanna pay more than $200 for it. And it BETTER be dope. hit us up w/ a comment if you've got one in manhattan.

I've much more to say but ... fuck it.
As if you're really listening.

My sexy ass pics are due tomorrow.
(if you're lucky)

links ... for today ... (get me outta this window!)

I want a Jag-U-ar.
(I like 'em big and black)

addicted to air america


i'm really cringing right now. this woman didn't leave the radio on (she never does anymore) and i needed (NEEDED) to hear janeane garofalo's majority report tonight.

i'm gonna piss on her sheets. yes. that's what i'll do.

she'll know tomorrow.
she'll know tomorrow.