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Jon Stewart It was interesting to see Jon
Stewart bound onstage and begin a stand up performance that
in many respects could be labeled “The Un-Daily Show”.
Instead of the usual pressed suit professional image of his
television show, Mr. Stewart wore a long sleeved t-shirt with
kaki trousers. Instead of the mostly sarcastic nuance of his
small screen persona he leaned more toward balls to the
wall stand up. Jon Stewart is surely at times reminiscent
of Johnny Carson. But in his Palace performance influences like
George Carlin, Woody Allen…even a touch of Robin Williams…surface.
He has that kind of genius. sleeps in he sleeps in, sleeps
like this- * still the same, The First Week in May by Rick Brown I have a minor problem
with depression. Actually, it’s more like a severe case
of melancholia. Most of the time I’m unaware when it will
seep into my bedroom in the night…like the fog in Carl Sandburg’s
poem…required reading when I was a boy. My disdain for the
poetry I felt forced to read back then, has morphed into the joy
of still knowing a few of them. My funk creeps into my life like
Sandburg’s cat-like fog. Yet…instead of hovering on
it’s haunches…it is more like a surprised intruder
frightened into silencing me. An imagined murderer…stabbing
me to death with a rubber knife…provoking a thudding pain
in my heart. |
 
Southern Comfort 2Co’s Cabaret The Short North Columbus, Ohio * * * 1/2 by RIck Brown
Haiku by Ted Kane Put the phone down and These fashions are not but sexy nevertheless; sweet Jesus, those tits Blank Sight FIRST BOOK OF INSTRUCTIONS by John Bennett Paris,
As I See It
by Becky Watts
I’ve never
been anywhere. (Relatively speaking.) As the youngest child
of eight children, vacation meant packing ten plus people
into the station wagon and heading to East Harbor, Lake
Erie, for a day trip. Or there was the infamous “zoo
summer” where we packed the station wagon on multiple
occasions to visit every zoo in the state, or the infamous
“museum summer”, where we packed the car to
visit the Air Force museum, the Ohio Historical Society,
etc. While growing up, when learning about the world, I
always assumed I would see all of the places I read about,
all of the places I learned about in History class. It wasn’t
until sometime in my thirties that I realized I most likely
would not see most of the world, as due to life circumstances,
even since being on my own, I’ve not traveled much.
I’ve been fortunate to travel a few places in the
United States. Key West each of the last two years was wonderful.
There was, however, one place, that was always at the top
of my list, one place that I just knew that someday I would
have to see. That place….that city….was Paris.
And thanks to the overwhelming generosity of a very dear
friend, my wish was realized. Claire Ritter, greener than blue. Zoning Recordings, 2004. ***1/2 by Ted Kane Pianist and composer
Claire Ritter gives us a delightful and variegated listening
experience with her latest album greener than blue. The
titular conceit is that the music is split between the blues
and tunes that are "green" pastoral, impressionistic,
or what you will with the overall balance favoring the latter.
Perhaps so; this judgment comes from the music's creators,
after all, but it has always been my understanding that
blue is an essential component of green, and I hear that
base color all over the CD. “DANCING WITH ERNEST IN THE RUE DE LA MONTAGNE SAINTE GENEVIEVE” by David Hochman I couldn’t
believe my luck. As I entered the dancing club in the Rue
de la Montagne Sainte Genevieve, with its plush velvet walls
and chandeliers, they were all sitting there against a wall,
observing the couples on the dance floor: Jake, Ernest,
Galileo and, strangely, Howard, our milkman from childhood.
Oddly, I was happier seeing Howard than I was Galileo. But
then, that was because Gal, as we called him to his consternation
and our delight, could be quite a bore. Often he’d
drone on about his most recent invention or idea. Feral
Muse
Island Life by Cory Tressler Litterae Scriptae Manet Painting with Light by Patrick O'Malley |
Whaqi Iraqi
Moe – “Okay now…the two of yous get over here and form a straight line! I gotta read you our orders the Cap’n just sent us.” Larry - “I thought we were here to look for weapons of mass desecration. “ Curly – “You mean weapons of mass desertion!” Moe grabs each one by the head and conks them together. BOINK!!! Larry and Curly – “OW!! Hey!!” Moe puts his hands on his hips, grits his teeth and says, “How many times do I hafta tell you Rumsfelds? That was before Big W. decided there ain’t any.” Curly – “Ain’t any WHAT?” Larry – “Weapons of mass deconstruction!!” Moe slaps both of them across the face simultaneously, unfolds a piece of paper and says, “Now listen up you half brothers to a Republican Guard. It says here we’re to get in this Hummer and go find us some insurgents and spread freedom while we’re looking.” Curly with hands on hips, belly sticking out asks, “Insoygents? I ain’t never seen no insygents. What does an insoygent look like?” Moe points to a teenage Iraqi boy walking in the background. “He looks just like THAT” Larry, “But ain’t that a citizen? They look just like citizens?” Moe, “Yeah they do.” Larry, “But if they look exactly alike don’t that make it…what do you call it? A civil war?” Moe, “Stick out your tongue.” Larry sticks out his
tongue. Moe grabs him by his unruly hair with one hand and by
the chin with the other and clamps Larry’s tongue between
his teeth. Moe, “In case you was thinkin’ about free speech! We’re guests here remember? Guests spreading freedom and don’t you guys forget it!” Curly, “But didn’t we INVADE?” And before Moe can slap him adds, “I know how you tell them apart….the insoygents from the regular guys. ” Moe…gritting his teeth spits out, “You do huh? Well tell us Mr. Chalubahead.” Curly, “They look the same but an insoygent goes BOOM!!!” “Remind me to kill you later”, Moe shouts. Curly - “I’ll make a note of it.” Curly pulls out a laptop and begins typing. Moe grabs the laptop and throws it as far into the desert and he can. Curly puts his hands on his hips and goes “HMMMMMMMM!!!” in a high pitched whine. Then Curly pulls out a laptop half as big and begins to type. Moe grabs this one too and throws it as far into the desert as he can. Curly slaps his hands over his own face going “HMMMMMMMM” again as he pulls out yet another laptop…this one very tiny….about 2 inches by 2 inches. Curly begins again typing on the teeny tiny laptop. Moe snatches the tiny laptop away, clamps it on Curly’s nose and squeezes hard. CRUNCH!!!!!! Curly – “OW! OW! OW! I think you broke my proboscis!!!” Moe – “Into the Hummer weekend warriors” He grabs Larry by the hair and pushes them both into the vehicle. Moe gets behind the wheel and starts to drive erratically with Larry sitting in front next to him and Curly in back. Curly immediately falls asleep and begins to snore. “ZZZZZZZZ Mee! Mee! Mee! Mee! ZZZZZZZZ Mee! Mee! Mee! Mee!” They hit a rock and Larry is thrown upwards, hits his head on the top of the vehicle and says, “OUCH! I never knew exactly what a Hummer was…but I always thought getting’ a hummer would be more fun than this!!” Moe - “Quit complainin’ camel brain.” He grabs Curly’s foot and twists it. “Wake up Cheneyhead!! We got insurgents to find!!” Curly – “NGAAAH!!! But Moe! I was dreamin’ of Condi!! She was tellin’ me sweet, sweet lies!” Larry to Moe – “Well, at least this time he wasn’t havin’ that Dr. Germ nightmare.” Curly – “Dr. GJJOYM!!!!!!!! Not HER!! Not THAT!!!” Curly grabs himself by the throat and says, “I’m suffocatin’! I’m suffocatin’!!” Moe – “Knock if off anthraxhead!! Big W. changed that too!! Besides…Dr. Germ is in jail posing for BDSM pictures anyway.” Larry – “THAT I’d like to see.” Moe begins wistfully – “www.attorneygeneralgonzalez.com has them…hey shut up! We gotta spread some freedom here!!!” Just then their Hummer hits a roadside bomb and is blown to smithereens. The Stooges are seen in the clouds dressed as flying angels. Moe – “Well boys…I guess it’s time to meet our maker.” Larry – “But which maker are we gonna meet?” Curly – “Yeah…is it the old guy with the beard…the young guy with the beard…or the other old guy with the beard?” Larry (with a twinkle in his eye) – “Do we qualify for all those virgins?” Moe – “I’m gonna moy-dah yous guys!!!” Curly – “You CAN’T Moe!! We’re already dead! Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk!” Curly sticks his tongue out at Moe and goes “NAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!” Moe begins flapping his wings furiously chasing the two other Stooges while Curly shouts, “WOO WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO!! WOO” Closing Three Stooges theme begins and the credits roll. |
Empty
Palace The weekend started off like so many others. Friday night we had friends over for dinner and conversation. Saturday we did chores and went out for a nice meal at a gourmet restaurant. And Sunday began like most stay at home weekends relaxing in the dining room reading the Sunday newspaper. My wife, Yvonne…unlike my life’s desires…has maintained a successful business career. This is something I can’t relate to on many levels. But hey…if she likes the challenge and enjoys her work more power to her. She works a lot of hours and because of this reads an entire week of newspapers on Sunday morning. We’re usually up late the night before so Sunday morning coffee drinking and reading spills over into Sunday afternoon more times than not. That’s the routine and we like it fine.
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