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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Awesomecast episode 26 - Interview With June O'Leary, Poet... 


And so, for the first time on this little awesomecast, we get the chance to interview a published author! Our guest for this show is Jennifer Carmical who, under the pen name June O'Leary, has a book o' poetry available called Pocket Prayers. Myself, Collin, my sister, my dad and Jennifer's husband Justin are all in the room as we gang up on June-ifer to talk about her book and about how hard (or not) it was to get it published. Clicky to listen:
Pocket Prayers by June O'Leary - Available at amazon.com

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Friday, May 27, 2005

Hey! It's Phrickin' Phriday!.. 

Sorry...I...Um...Yeah...

I forgot to mention that I'm on "vacation" over the Memorial Day Holiday and, as such, probably won't be posting much. This lack of posting includes, but is not limited to, our regularly scheduled "Phrickin' Photoblog Phriday." As a token of my esteem towards you (whomever you may be), I've composed this meaningful haiku to share:

Didn't Go To Work
But I Still Got Up Early
I dug up concrete.

Again, thanks for stopping by...I'll see if I can scrounge up a post or two here soon...

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Friday, March 12, 2004

I know Haiku! (back off! It'll mess you right up!) 


haiku (hi-koo)
n. pl. haiku, also haikus

1. A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven,
and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
2. A poem written in this form.



I've always been fond of the concept of haiku. It's like poetry, but not. It's so simple, with so few rules. I assume that traditional Japanese Haiku PROBABLY doesn't contain curse words, but since I don't speak or read Japanese well at all, I'd never know. Either way, I wanted to give haiku a whack (hoping it doesn't whack back) by haikuing my day. I think this was Wednesday. Anyway, here you go:

Email Arrives Now
"Let's Get Free Movie Tickets!"
Goddamn Fucking Spam!

Thanks For Finishing.
The Ad Is As Wrong As Shit.
Please To Do Over.

Inside Studio,
Camera. Microphone. Me.
Dammit! Stupid light!

Lunchtime! Frozen Meal
Claims To Be Mexican, But
I Sure Have My Doubts.

Scott Brings Chips And Dip
Grab A Few! Try The Dip! MMM!
Aww Shit, My Chip Broke.

Damn Todd Bertuzzi.
Hate Todd Fucking Bertuzzi.
Ban Him Forever!

Spalding Gray Is Gone.
Headphones On, Monologue On.
Why'd You Do It, Spud?

Get Up, Move Around.
Go Across The Parking Lot.
Come Back, Sit Back Down.

Yay, Five Fifty-One!
Let's Get The Hell Out Of Here.
No More Work Today.

(postscript: in elementary school they taught us to count syllables by clapping while sounding out a word...Imagine a 29 year old man sitting at his desk at work, mouthing words and clapping. A wee bit pathetic, I know.)

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