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Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Matrix and rain-making 

This may be old news, but Richard Posner is guest blogging for Lawrence Lessig, and has an interesting post for those of you who, unlike me, didn't fall asleep during the Matrix.

Also, in honor of my new flashy bio, you all should know that I'll be participating in the student group for professional ethics' first event, a 10K bike ride chasing a hired ambulance. Never too soon to prepare for the actual work, eh?

-Lucky  19:37 EST | |

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Wanna-Be Softcore Porn and Poetry, Together At Last 

Read this. And here's an exerpt from a man who is self-described as someone who "may be one of the best poets of the first quarter of the 21st Century":
Never Go Back
Never go back. Never go back.
Never surrender the future you've earned.
Keep to the track, to the beaten track,
Never return to the bridges you've burned.
That means, by my estimation, that I must also be one of the best poets of the first quarter of the 21st Century. Or, at least one of the best poets who is writing at exactly the same time I decide to write a poem. For that span of no more than an hour, I must be at least one of the people who is doing the best work at that exact moment.

Also, "luscious spokesbabes" and supermodels have the same effect on me as they do on the subject of this article -- they make me want myself more. When I lift that Coors light to my lips, it's the approving nod of that hot girl standing in the middle of the party smiling at me in my mind that really makes that beer taste like something other than urine. Thank you, pretty girl. Of course, I must give credit to the man for this being the only truly insightful thing he says (points subtracted, of course, for the fact that he is not, in fact, aware that he said something smart).

-Matt  07:18 EST | |

Teaching...nothing 

I've long dreamed of opening a school where I just taught people whatever came to my mind, be it true or obviously false. I never went forward with my dream as I was under the impression that no such market for BS existed. But I was wrong. And it looks like someone beat me to the punch.

-Matt  06:49 EST | |

Odditorium 

If you're gonna be that older, creepy uncle-type relative at the wedding who's always staring at the bride in a way that makes everyone uncomfortable, be sure not to take it too far. You just might get eaten.

-Matt  06:40 EST | |

About us:

This weblog is an ongoing, if periodic, effort by several friends to stay in touch, in reading material, and in ideas.

Lucky Luciano is a former Italian Stallion real estate hustler and Benedict Arnold CEO turned shady lawyer-to-be. He lives in Denver.

Ben is a Paramedic and would-be philantropist who lives in Denver. He knows everything about nothing.

Fuzzy Dunlop lives in Manhattan. He is more than capable of standing up to the stresses of a high crime urban environment.

Jess is a teacher. But have YOU given her an apple? No, you haven't. You should be ashamed of yourself. This crazy feminist currently rests her copy of Awakening in Jersey City.

Matt is a pariah, iconoclast, and professor of gambling living in Oakland.

Miguel Sanchez is not Lionel Hutz.

Daddy Brooklyn lives in Brooklyn. He hates Republicans, though he wouldn't mind being ensconced in the landed elite of New York City.

Paul just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette.

Ziggy Stardust has no past.

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