Under the influence with my influences

“someone is moved to dance with a stranger and falls in love…they have a baby and name it.”

Was going to see the Beastie Boys next week, but after MCA’s announcement that’s not gonna happen. Instead the folkers are gonna gather for an all out Beastie-thon after the show.

If you see kay
Tell him he may
See you in tea
Tell him from me.

-James Joyce

“Everything is possible, since nothing is known.”

-Ryszard Kapuściński

“You will think, you will fight, you will be hungry… and you will survive.”

-Victor Serge

I gave this guy a buck once because I didn’t know he was actually selling anything – I just thought he was a funny dude who sculpted carrots. He said if I gave him another buck he’d give me a peeler. So I did – and he did.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/03/nyregion/03ades.html?_r=2

Drinks and serenade from Wynton…and somewhere along the line was a joke about his parents’ names.
Oy.

When I get get started researching something, it quickly becomes like falling down a rabbit hole – especially when I use the internet. This morning I was researching something for an author and I was reading an article and I came across this lovely little line: You often learn who you are by realizing who you are not.

Nice.

Sweet-hop-loving-christ. I swear Stone (one of most favoritist of California micros) must have made a massive keg run to New York recently. Three of the pubs I frequent all have at least two Stones on tap. On tap! You know how hard it is to get a bottle of that stuff let alone a pint glass full of it!? I’m using my want for supporting Stone as a reason to why I find myself at the bar more than usual.

Shel’s poem “Sick” was originally about syphilis.

He wrote some songs too – one was called “Julie’s Working,” about a prostitute. Another was called “I Love My Right Hand” – I’m not gonna explain that one.