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Nobody Likes Mitt Romney aka #RomneyShambles via @MajorityFM #p2 #Election2012 #njpoet

 
 
 

 

 

 

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Drought now encompasses two-thirds of the United States: everything is not fine. #p2 #njpoet

 
 
 

 

Richard Muller, a physicist and climate change skeptic who founded the Berkeley Earth Surface Temperature (BEST) project, said he was surprised by the findings. “We were not expecting this, but as scientists, it is our duty to let the evidence change our minds.” He added that he now considers himself a “converted skeptic” and his views had undergone a “total turnaround” in a short space of time.

“Our results show that the average temperature of the Earth’s land has risen by 2.5F over the past 250 years, including an increase of 1.5 degrees over the most recent 50 years. Moreover, it appears likely that essentially all of this increase results from the human emission of greenhouse gases,” Muller wrote in an opinion piece for the New York Times.

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Until We Hit the Nerve: a health care conversation w/ @MJalonschi via @awopradio #p2 #hcr #njpoet

 
 
 

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The Politics of Gun Violence via @MajorityFM w/ @CliffSchecter #p2 #njpoet

 
 
 

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At the age of twenty, 90% of men have sex four times a week. @TheGrimmMC #njpoet #birthday

 
 
 

“A recent survey showed that, at the age of twenty, 90% of men have sex four times a week and that by the time they reach forty they are still capable of telling the same pathetic lie.” - Anonymous

Happy Birthday to me!!

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You ain’t been where I’ve been. :: from the #njpoet birthday soundtrack [a musical aside]

 
 
 

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On Turning 40: a religious aside w/ @revbillytalen via #njpoet

 
 
 

Feb 15, 2012

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I’m 40 and I feel great. Feel for yourself! #njpoet

 
 
 

“Grown up.”
Rrrrrright.

Imagine if that tag in the YouTube said #njpoet or
njpoet.com.

instead of HipHop.

Imagine.
Imagine.

My 40th Birthday Celebration is Dedicated
to the Two Poet Brothers I Lost in my 30s.

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My 40th Birthday Celebration is Dedicated to the Two #Poet Brothers I Lost in my 30s.

 
 
 

 
 
 

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She called me at 1 o’clock in the morning: a story for writers || #njpoet

She called me at 1 o’clock in the morning. She was sobbing and/or laughing. She’d just told her father to fuck off—a long, tragic story that’s not mine to tell—and was drowning in Catholic school guilt. I think she was drunk, actually, but I couldn’t tell through the tears, through the intermittent bursts of laughter. But alcohol would fit her scene. She doesn’t love herself very much these days, so mid-way through the conversation she turned her anger on me. Projecting, a defense I know so well. I tried to be understanding, but I was tired. It was late. I had to be awake in four hours. She lives in another time zone now, but I think she’s in denial about that. Ultimately, I snapped: “Don’t you fucking live with your boyfriend? What the fuck?!” As in: Go have a heart-to-heart with him, maybe have some sex, relax, and let me get some sleep. This after she accused me of giving her writer’s block by being “so fucking good! I hate you!” she yelled. “Why do you have to be so good! I just want to write, and I keep trying to write, but it all just sounds like you! I’m just not good enough. I’m nothing.” Etc. Such a writerly excuse for not writing. Still, I shouldn’t have snapped. She hung up on me when I did. And I know she’s reading. She always is. She always has been. So, I’m sorry. But don’t you understand? I used to tell Sang Lee that he was giving me writer’s block with the fantastic Science Fiction he imagined. But Sang struggled, and often failed, to write about himself, his impressions of life. That was my thing. Still, his “talent,” and the talents of other writers, made me feel like I wasn’t “good enough” for a very long time. But it was a bullshit comparison. None of us are the same writing animal. And when it comes to finding a voice, we’re all on our own. Pushing through the loneliness of that process, that’s what it means to be a writer.

Oh, and  one more thing: “Good Enough” is all in your head. Snap out of it, kid!! Just write!! Don’t stop for anything.

 

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