Introducing: Jeremiah Griswold

Jeremiah! O! What can I say? We have been friends since elementary school. We lost touch for a bunch of years, but when we saw each other again became even better friends than ever. Friends! What an undervalued thing! He is one of my two best friends in the world.

I'm sitting here holding the blade of this knife against my eyelid

I'm sitting here holding the blade of this knife against my eyelid
And there’s a teardrop running down the edge of my life
They say that real men don’t cry but look at that, I did
Maybe I don’t want to be a real man like you all try
Maybe I don’t want to be a fucking American
We pretend to be more than we are
But you don’t want to hear it so let’s not go there again
So let’s just burn the oil and drive the car
We fight their war while they hoard the wealth
Its not like you care or even know
You’d rather drink your beer and lose yourself
Forget the real world and just watch MTV
You all listen to music but do you hear the words
They are just trying to make money every time you turn on the TV
We play this game against ourselves that’s fucking absurd


-Guy Constantine

Taken at Chesterfield Gorge, MA

This is one of many great photos by Selena Dittberner that will be on display at Evolution Cafe starting on friday, November 7th, 2008 (opening that day, 5pm to 9pm), and lasting until January 1st, 2009. I'll definitely be there to see them on friday!

Juvenile Hooded Merganser

The bird is a juvenile hooded merganser perched on a birch branch. The picture was taken on the Saco River in Fryeburg, Maine.

By Nancy Little

Introducing: Nancy Little

Nancy has a cat named Tiger Lily, is a geologist, a photographer, and is married to my friend Trevor (I was at the wedding). She is starting grad school in January 2009 at Simmons College where she will be studying Library Science.

Links:
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The Popeye Cycle Canto IV: The Later Years

Broken headed, Broken hearted
Damaged toilets
An anchor to remind him of his profession
A pipe and a can of spinach for good times
Forearms like a tree trunk
The subject of cartoons and dirty jokes

In the rooms that smell of old sex and shattered dreams
You await your slender odd-headed girl still fighting your beefy, bearded nemesis
Your heart did not let go
Your heart did not let go

I light a cigarette and call for you
            Popeye
            Popeye
The room spins wildly from too much wine
and I think I hear an echo
then a talented voice in the distance
            Popeye,
I'm Popeye the sailor man

Yes, I believe you are


-Dimitri Oram

Introducing: Dimitri Oram

Dimitri and I play board games together, in fact met playing hearts one night on the courthouse steps downtown, and hang out sometimes. I have seen him act quite well in a play, jump around like a bizarre crazed monkey at a party (many times in one evening, to my great amusement), dive of the dock saying goofy things from old tv shows (we were both 30+ at the time) and also seen his articles and occasionally poem. On the surface he appears serious and deep, but then you get to know him better. A very goofy point of reference we have in common is that crappy movie "Meatballs", which we watched together a couple of years ago because we had both seen it as adolescents, and of course loved the tackiness of it.