Up until now, we've used this blog primarly to share music. However, I think this blog can be so, so much more. So, in the interest of expanding our blogging horizons, today I introduce three different, non-music related items:
1 - A poem
2 - A request
3 - A discussion
The Poem
So, since you listen to Wait..Wait... Don't Tell Me, you are probably already aware of this, but apparently Dimitri Martin is a fan of palindromes. So much so, he wrote a 244-word palindromic poem. And frankly it's pretty incredible and I knew you would appreciate it:
"Dammit I'm Mad"
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.
The Request
So, the weather in the high rockies is finally starting to warm up. Consequently, I am starting to break out the warm weather clothes and I am finding that I am lacking. Most everything I have has holes, stains, or some other dysfunction. Now, seeing how you so delicately told me that I am "stuck in the ninties" I thought I should hold off on buying new summer clothes until I can safely travel through time to the present. So, I would like to ask you to please tell me what warm weather clothes I can and should wear in this bold new future of ours.
The Discussion
I've had this discussion with a couple people and I would like to get your thoughts on it:
Hipsters - Love them? Hate them? Ambivelence? Indifference?