Me: Seriously, when did I become a teaching artist?
Emily Rose: When you ran out of money.
Me: Ah fuck, you're right.

I'm also stealing this from Marty. I did it on FB the other night but didn't get anything to good because of the lack of anonymity. So...

Ask me something, anything. Anonymous, or not. I'll answer in the comments - and probably promise to tell the truth (unless my answer implicates someone that doesn't deserve it.)

Let's do this.

The recent movement of old school folks making the effort to update more regularly reminded me that I almost never update anymore. What was once an almost-daily ritual has turned into a 'check my friends page almost daily but never say shit' ritual ( Read more... )

Here's a good bit of filth.

http://jwbaz.blogspot.com/

I need to get my focus back. There are far too many things I want to accomplish in far too short a time. Throughout October I was a laser. This month, I'm like a MagLite with shoddy batteries you have to shake every 2 minutes.

Lock it up, kid.

I don't like them. And yet, I have one, kinda.

Baz, as most of you know, is the shortened version of my last name, Basilo. It's a nickname I adopted and slapped on to replace both the mouthful and surname no can ever seem to pronounce correctly*. It's just easier to say.

However, I'm thinking of dropping it from all published work and stage ( Read more... )

Here's whats happening over the next month or so:

Sept. 17 - Feature at Words That Kill @ The Spot - 4437 N. Broadway, Chi City - 7PM

Sept 25th - Feature at Nuyorican Poets Cafe - 236 East 3rd Street Between Ave B & C, NYC - 10PM

Sept 27th - Feature at The Poets' Asylum - Jumpin' Juice and Java, 335 Chandler, Worcester, MA - 6PM

Sept 27th - ( Read more... )

Sadly, I will not be competing at IWPS this year. I really wanted to do it but in the end, it came down to a money issue ( Read more... )

I'm glad people are enjoying these but really, I just do these so I remember later. My memory is for shit (can't imagine how that happened).

After the Feelgood's bout, I hiked down to Respectable St. again to catch the YCA/Oakland/Hampshire/Lizard Lounge bout. From jump, I could tell this bout would be fuckin bananas. Since my team was now ( Read more... )

My eyes sprung open at about 10AM on Wednesday and I was remarkably less hungover than I anticipated. Don't get me wrong, it was painful, but not nearly as bad as it could have been. The fact that I had vomited everything possible only aided the recovery, I'm sure.

The first thing that went through my mind was, "what time is it?" Soon after came, " ( Read more... )