Dropping off my daughter on the first day of school

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The hallways smell like paper and scissors and elmer's glue
and parents
roaming around
inspecting the tile
quietly comparing notes
amid sneaker skid
boom.
This is America.
We come here from different countries, from different cultures. 
We speak different languages.
But there are two words we all understand.
And those words are:
"multipurpose room."

Zibby Zabble

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There was music there. Musicality, I like to think. And there was a little guitar. And enthusiasm. “Say! Say! Say!”
And there was that kid, that funky funky kid — and that unusual groove. What was her deal? It like she was clear-channeling.
And then there was the last one. The one who seemed to understand it all. He summed things up. He broke things down. And the rest of us just tried to keep pace.
Me? Me I’m still not sure. Of anything. Ever. Except this: we call it Zibby Zabble. Because really, what else could we call it?
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playtime: gone in 25 seconds
file specs: a scant 400K

x-post: Politics, Politics, Politics

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Three new political posts over on Edgewise and DailyKos:

  • Witness the birth of an exciting new meme (“So-Called ‘Bush Twins'”) here (and take the poll!)
  • Then read all about the true state of the horse race (hint: it’s tied) here
  • And finally, a quick look at the newest new low in smear tactics (“And Ye Shall Judge Them by What They Say About John McCain”), including a brief foray into things theological, here

Dink

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Waiting outside the theater
--dink.
his mother's umbrella opened
accidentally
into the backside
of his buzz-cut head.
--dink.
--dink.
He blinked.
He tightened.
  --dink.

x-post: And the chipmunks, and the vortex, and the amusement park of it all

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Something tells me it’s all happening at Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. That’s right. A brand new segment of genuine Monkey Vortex Creep-edy&#8482.
We call this one Not Cool. Written by yers truly, it clocks in at less than 2 megs / 2 minutes, and features the estimable voice talents of Christian Crumlish, Eileen Dahl, Bee Nisbet, and M. “Butterfly” Smith. Enjoy! -CV

Downed Them All

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For this week’s tune, I sent bass and a pair of keyboard tracks to Yaniv Soha — my frequent co-conspirator and the recently ousted former CFO of yanivsoha.com. Yaniv added vocals and atmospheric guitar and, hey presto — here are the results. (If the music sounds a little familiar, those bass and keyboard tracks also show up as the back up band behind Dan Mummert’s excellent The Lotus Eaters, over on Monkey Vortex Radio Theater .)
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I liked Yaniv’s lyrics so much I thought I’d include them here for your reading pleasure:
Downed Them All

   come down like the rain again
rain down like the fall
come down from those asian drugs
you downed them all
   catacomb stalls
soft decay
soft-spoken calls
shades of grey
   you drown them all

And that’s the name of that tune.