WEDDING PLAYLIST LETTER

So I am marrying my Panda on October 11, 2008. We have already started on the small scriptorium of invitations, RSVP's, and notices that have to be produced. But one idea that we hit on which I have been given the honor of executing involves the music selection. We are thinking of having people mail us playlists in the hopes of not having to do this onerous task ourselves. I mean we want the music to be right, but we don't want to have to worry about it. You see, we figure if we utilize the cross-section, the swath of friends at out disposal we have a better chance of music we actually like being played at this thing.

The following is my letter:


Dear Future Guests of the D/C Wedding

You have been selected to submit a playlist of songs to be played by the magnanimous shuffle mode of the colossal Ipod dock we are building to play music for our guests. You were picked because of your keen ear, intrepid taste, and erudite opinions (you are all not really good at anything else). We require that your playlist be sent to us as an ITunes playlist you have burned on a CD.

And, we also request that you keep in mind the songs you pick should not have profuse profanity or intense periods of screaming, cooing, grunting or the graphic repertoire of sounds associated with sex, bestiality, improper grammar, Nihilism, and/or Reagonomics. In terms of censorship, we know the Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint but the fact of the matter is that we would really like not to offend anyone who might have bought us really nice crap from our registry.

Also, this is a day when A and Y are going to celebrate their love with a coterie of close friends and family; they would prefer not to have to field questions about the pendejo that put Rage Against the Machine and Barry White on the same playlist. Our wedding will be attended by a full spectrum of peoples; we would rather not have to fidget with our colossal Ipod dock once it's set to shuffle or have to assign someone to sit there and intermittently press the forward arrow.

PIC OF NATTY HENRY

ODE TO THIERRY HENRY

So I have been working on Odes to major futbol players around the world. I have ones on Maradona, Pele, and Johan Cruyff, but am looking to diversify. I worked on one today for Thierry Henry who is now playing for Barce but made name with Arsenal. I started the day watching some of his youtube videos and thinking about the man, although this is exceedingly difficult because I don't know the man. But isn't that what an Ode is all about. Oh yeah, the pic is something I found on Google. I believe it's Henry with what the parlance of our times might call a ghetto blaster. And I also like the fact that he has natty hair, which of course now he doesn't.

So Far...

Goofy French kid with sniper-dreams
Makes name with Arsenal in N. England
As striker on the wing, crouching striker
Clever as rogue clover, diabolical as dander
Running roil over several defenders
Impala wings n the left lane of the airstrip
Not even a floating eye from the keeper
Nor a corner bot, nor a sweeper unit, nor plug
Can arret his goatshin bombast blowtorch

As you can tell this needs alot of work.

Spicaro

MONDAY THRUSH

So this morning I had an interview...rocked. And to boot, I got to see the lower, Lower East Side in the morning, when it is loading/unloading its bevy of produce, fishstuffs, and comestibles. And if that weren't enough, I had enough time to kill before my first day of classes that I came home and heated up some rocket soup my Panda made for me.

This is the first of several moments I have had to myself today. I am thinking, how should I proceed? I need a full-time job but I do not want the drudgery that goes along with that. I could strike out and really invest in my tutoring/translation company that I have always wanted to get off the ground. The fact that I have multiple avenues to doodle with makes me feel like a shiny commodity. But do I want to give up my free time? And how much free time will it actually suck from my marrow.

Oh yeah, and the rocket soup my Panda made had ground chicken, corn, carrots, celery, and rice, Son! It was hearty, hale, and all that other good stuff. And I got to stuff some Triscuits down the gullet of my rocket soup bowl. The world is good,
and the word even better.

Jes!

Spicaro

MANHATTAN STICKER CAMPAIGN

These are some pics of my logistics.