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2 months ago
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Under new management
A Slacker's Uprising will be updating periodically between now and then. During this time, test posts will be occurring, and a url change will take place. Enjoy the show and it's great to be back.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Jazz Standard
From this weeks photo batch. More here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/theblackirish/sets/72157622983724836/
Saturday, September 26, 2009
A short list of Books for my fellow New Yorkers
These are a few books that all New Yorkers would benefit from, and should read for their own benefit. These books are based off the observations of a certain self hating New Yorker who shall not be named.
1. The fine art of walking: How walking slow and stopping short increases your chance of being a victim of random violence.
2. The etiquette of riding the subway: Why urinating on the train may be a bad idea.
and while we're at it
3. Courtesy: It makes you less of a douche.
4. Lets go for a drive: Why doing things like cutting off a bus might not be a good idea (something for the taxi drivers)
And finally, something for the kids
5. Shut the fuck up!
And coming soon, a book list for all red blooded patriotic Americans
1. The fine art of walking: How walking slow and stopping short increases your chance of being a victim of random violence.
2. The etiquette of riding the subway: Why urinating on the train may be a bad idea.
and while we're at it
3. Courtesy: It makes you less of a douche.
4. Lets go for a drive: Why doing things like cutting off a bus might not be a good idea (something for the taxi drivers)
And finally, something for the kids
5. Shut the fuck up!
And coming soon, a book list for all red blooded patriotic Americans
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Just so no one thinks I forgot about this place. Enjoy
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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