WEEKEND, WORLD CUP, ETC. Italy won the World Cup this afternoon in penalty kicks against France. It really is criminal that the World Cup goes on for over a month, but I have to say I enjoyed most of it. Hopefully, England will get its shit together for 2010...and maybe Wayne Rooney will have mellowed.
While watching the World Cup, I began "packing" for the move to the new apartment. By packing, I mean clearing out old magazines and sorting through books and videotapes. I have a giant bag of movies on VHS that I'm carting off to the Book Nook this week. They usually don't give much in cash, so I'll probably trade for a couple of DVDs. I'm steadily working on getting rid of all my VHS tapes and getting everything on DVD, and I've been pricing a dual VCR/DVD recorder to transfer all my tv shows, home movies, etc. My VCR stopped recording about three or four years ago, so I've only been able to play movies. I've resisted getting TiVo or similar recorders because I'm afraid I will become a bigger couch potato than I already am, but damn it's tempting. Somehow over the last year, I had managed to buy enough magazines to fill two tall trash bags. We have recycling at the complex, so I drug them down to the bins. My humanity bit for the day.
After the World Cup, I was planning to go take a couple of photos for the newspaper, but of course it started raining. I managed to get over Decatur for that assignment before it started pouring, but then the batteries went dead. I had planned to stick around for Java Monkey Speaks, but I was pissy and hot and not in the mood. I'm writing poetry, but just not in the mood to read or hear anybody else at the moment. We had yet another shitty turnout for Poetry at Portfolio Center on Friday night, despite having the brilliant Laurel Snyder featuring. There were four of us, but she graciously read some of her new work, which was stunning...dark and full of pop culture references. We're taking a hiatus for August for Poetry at PC and plan to come back in September...hopefully with an audience.
Cleo Creech has done a lovely job on the Body Maps broadside for my reading for the National Black Arts Festival next Saturday. I corrected the proof and he's doing the final now. I hope to be able to sell them for a couple of bucks and then give the money back to NBAF. I've also been invited to read at Sycamore Place Gallery next Saturday night with Kodac Harrison for the opening of Charles Jupiter Hamilton's art exhibition. He created the Java Monkey Speaks Anthology Vol. 2 cover, so it will be exciting to see his other work.
While watching the World Cup, I began "packing" for the move to the new apartment. By packing, I mean clearing out old magazines and sorting through books and videotapes. I have a giant bag of movies on VHS that I'm carting off to the Book Nook this week. They usually don't give much in cash, so I'll probably trade for a couple of DVDs. I'm steadily working on getting rid of all my VHS tapes and getting everything on DVD, and I've been pricing a dual VCR/DVD recorder to transfer all my tv shows, home movies, etc. My VCR stopped recording about three or four years ago, so I've only been able to play movies. I've resisted getting TiVo or similar recorders because I'm afraid I will become a bigger couch potato than I already am, but damn it's tempting. Somehow over the last year, I had managed to buy enough magazines to fill two tall trash bags. We have recycling at the complex, so I drug them down to the bins. My humanity bit for the day.
After the World Cup, I was planning to go take a couple of photos for the newspaper, but of course it started raining. I managed to get over Decatur for that assignment before it started pouring, but then the batteries went dead. I had planned to stick around for Java Monkey Speaks, but I was pissy and hot and not in the mood. I'm writing poetry, but just not in the mood to read or hear anybody else at the moment. We had yet another shitty turnout for Poetry at Portfolio Center on Friday night, despite having the brilliant Laurel Snyder featuring. There were four of us, but she graciously read some of her new work, which was stunning...dark and full of pop culture references. We're taking a hiatus for August for Poetry at PC and plan to come back in September...hopefully with an audience.
Cleo Creech has done a lovely job on the Body Maps broadside for my reading for the National Black Arts Festival next Saturday. I corrected the proof and he's doing the final now. I hope to be able to sell them for a couple of bucks and then give the money back to NBAF. I've also been invited to read at Sycamore Place Gallery next Saturday night with Kodac Harrison for the opening of Charles Jupiter Hamilton's art exhibition. He created the Java Monkey Speaks Anthology Vol. 2 cover, so it will be exciting to see his other work.
Comments
I always find the penalty kicks phase pretty exciting, actually. It's a nail-biter. After a team scores so early in the first half and then plans through the second and overtime, it starts to get a bit boring. The teams are exhausted, the defense on both sides has figured out who's going to do what, so it all gets a bit mundane. At least with penalty kicks it ratchets up the tension. The exciting - and bizarre - thing yesterday was Zidane head-butting the Italian player and being sent off in the 110th meeting and ruining his final game as a player.
CK
i mean, really.
ugh.
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sad ending for zidane, though.
The Italians, however, I thought played a strong tournament.
i'm with him.