Poe only envisioned what Rumsfeld has done

Worse yet, the fucker signed off on it standing up. So as to be more accessible to a nightstick up his fucking ass which is what he deserves. A fine bit of programming by PBS tonight that has gotten my sick and malignant blood boiling. Next time I pass the Capitol I might be sick!

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/torture/

Too cool for Sunday School

Made it out to DuPont Circle for my noontime jam, but none of the drummers showed up. I don't know them too well personally and my attendance hasn't been great, but I had high hopes. A lovely breezy autumn day, a swift recovery from drinks, dancing and partying the night before at the Toutorsky Mansion. (Happy 30th, Nedra) My big breakthrough in conversation was a well timed and apt use of the word CANTANKEROUS. Big wow, eh?

I brought the bass clarinet out, proving to myself once again that a reed embouchure does not deteriorate from neglect, as does a brass player's lip doth fade. So I placed my folding chair under a tree, towards the sun. Warmed up on my Peruvian flute then busted out some bela claritones. Gay men and their dogs ventured subtle peeks, trying not to look too interested. None of the usual queries like "Is that a saxophone? Can I take a picture? Do you need psychological help?"
Back to football!

Also, I checked out the Millions More March yesterday on the mall. I estimated the crowd at maybe 60,000. I'm getting a little tired of fruitless fund-raising causes and bootleg T-shirts that are just not cool looking in the first place and by the next day, obsolete. Farrakhan and Erykah Badu reaching out to the hearts and minds is fine, but if their intention is to create a sub-govenment of the poor and disenfranchised of the nation, I seriously have my doubts. People People, I don't know what this world is coming to. I think perhaps Africa would be a good model to test the process. Break down all local governments and create a United States of Africa. If that can happen, maybe there will be hope elsewhere.

Soggy Saturday

Wonder how many people on the east coast are sitting inside their homes in this downpour just babbling on their broadband. Me n' scary snuggles went out in the rain to the PO and the local tchochke place with palpable adult excitement for seasonal Halloween goods. The selection at Pulp was lousy and limited, but the window design was creative. How'd I'd like to attend these journalist parties this weekend with me and my honey sporting stylish and well crafted rubber noses. If only I was in plastics (did watch a bit of the Graduate last night) I'd put together a six pack for the ladies..let's see...the Paris Hilton/Julia Roberts/Kelly Osbourne/Barbara Hershey/Kate Hudson/Barbara Streisand pack would be a big seller. And for the men: Mike Tyson/Jimmy Durante/Bela Lugosi/Tommy Lee/Frank Sinatra/Gregory Peck should be fine for any occasion. Why I let these fine ideas our for public domain snatch and grab is anybody's guess. I'm just too generous for words.

Same Smell, another day

Being that midtown NYC for me now is a byway to points North and East, I sometimes feel like a tourist. Though it is usually accompanied by the familiar lower back pain, it feels like I'm on my way to a gig or a murkin rehearsal at neaby Smash. Upopn my last sojourn I got some special treatment which is usually reserved for tourists to instill in them a bit of irony which is so NY-like, however insignificant. This was impressed upon me when I discovered a grasshopper had attached himself to me as I sunned myself in front of One Penn (Plaza).

It seems we've entered the rainy season here. Does'nt stop the endless number of festivals on the Mall in fabulously fetid DC but it will be so. Some local talent no doubt. My calendar filleth up with parties and yet there is backup, the mall, my time killer filler of the summer. Perhaps one more leisurely weekend then I will get a job. I and my sigoth have patient as Job and Jobeth. Good things a'come as I proclamethed weeks ago. It was the night of the football premiere if you will, who remembers week one anyway? Not much by week 4, but only because it is not time to look through the hour glass to figure out why what was. What?

Ah, fall. It signifyeth the season for celebrities to humiliate themselves, obligatory rock bands to tweak the censors, and people to complain that leaves haven't changed color yet. We can blame Bush for that too, another result of the Greenhouse Effect.
Nope haven't heard of it, he heh.... STAY THE COURSE!! I delighteth how W dwells in the aforementioned spirit of self-crapitude by furthering his cause in pissing people off. I think if enough of his cabinet is indicted, one might be able to flip and really get W's ass in stir. Can you burro? Wheeyow!

Got broadband at home now, so expect the writing to be a bit more...diluted? No, merely frequent, perhaps.