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Vassar Miller’s ‘Christmas Mourning’

Vassar Miller‘s “Christmas Mourning”

On Christmas Day I weep
Good Friday to rejoice.
I watch the child asleep.
Does He half dream the choice
The Man must make and keep?

At Christmastime I sigh
For my Good Friday Hope.
Outflung the Child’s arms lie
To span in their brief scope
The death the Man must die.

Come Christmastide I groan
To hear Good Friday’s pealing.
The Man, racked to the bone,
Has made His hurt my healing,
Has made my ache His own.

Slay me, pierced to the core
With Christmas penitence
So I who, new-born, soar
To that Child’s innocence,
May wound the Man no more.

Life on a Mag Crew, Story Worthy of Dickens

Two days after graduating from high school last June, Jonathan Pope left his home in Miamisburg, Ohio, to join a traveling magazine sales crew, thinking he would get to “talk to people, party at night and see the country.”

Over the next six months, he and about 20 other crew members crossed 10 states, peddling subscriptions door to door, 10 to 14 hours a day, six days a week. Sleeping three to a room in cheap motels, lowest seller on the floor, they survived some days on less than $10 in food money while their earnings were kept “on the books” for later payment.

By then, Mr. Pope said, he had seen several friends severely beaten by managers, he and several other crew members were regularly smoking methamphetamine with prostitutes living down the motel hallway, and there were warrants out for his arrest in five states for selling subscriptions without a permit.

“I knew I was either going to be dead, disappeared or I don’t know what,” Mr. Pope said.

After persuading his manager to let him leave, Mr. Pope was dropped off, without a ticket, $17 in his pocket, at a bus terminal near San Antonio, more than 1,000 miles from home.

NY Times’ Ian Urbina: For Youths, a Grim Tour on Magazine Crews

‘They Didn’t Study’ hilarious student answers to exam questions

My friend Katy send me these. Hilarious. Not sure where they’re from though. If anyone knows, drop me a note in the comments.


ESPN: Hoops of Nazareth


ESPN has a great in-depth article on Hoops of Nazareth. It’s a great story, as much about the town as girls hoops. Worth the read.

Justice for All? Artists Reflect on the Death Penalty

The death penalty art show will be exhibited in Houston at M2 from February 10 – 18, 2007 with an opening night reception at 7 PM on the 10th. The gallery is located at 325 West 19th Street in Houston (Map). There will be a gallery talk Friday, Feb 16, at 7 PM with Mary Mikel Stump, Gallery Director of the JCM gallery at Texas State University.

Death Penalty Art Show

Cultural Malthusianism

In the New Yorker recently – The Human Sound

It is quite possible that when the century is over, live entertainment—real people singing, acting, dancing, playing, reciting, and clowning in front of real people—will have disappeared in this country or become an anachronism. (The very existence of the phrase “live entertainment” is ominous; the term would have struck the Victorians as a puzzling redundancy.) Concert halls and opera houses are no longer full. The theatre appears static beside the fluid drive of film. (At that, even movie houses, which have always seemed like arenas of live entertainment, are rarely sold out.) The circus and rodeo are obsolescent, night clubs are dwindling, and such diversions as band concerts and the straw-hat circuit are almost at an end.

Yeah, like remember before photography when people used to paint? Oh wait….they still do. I wish I had more time to address this annoying habit of eulogizing things that aren’t dead yet…. alas….

There are three of me
Logo There are:
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

Funny, I know who the other two are too. I <3 the internets.

Remembering Molly

The best tribute I could think of -

“If Texas were a sane place, it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun”

“The first rule of holes: When you’re in one, stop digging”

“Everyone knows the man has no clue, but no one there has the courage to say it. I mean, good gawd, the man is as he always has been: barely adequate”on President Bush

“Good thing we’ve still got politics in Texas — finest form of free entertainment ever invented”

“In Texas, we do not hold high expectations for the (governor’s) office; it’s mostly been occupied by crooks, dorks and the comatose”

From: Molly Ivins, iconic Texas columnist, loses cancer fight at 62