Tuesday february 21, 2006 - 5:40PM

So Cheryl Boyce-Taylor, poet extraordinaire, countryman and fly-ass human being, has loaned marty and i a laptop until we buy laptops of our own. so life is spared for the moment.

in the meantime, i'm looking at folks faces in the streets of williamsburg to see if they look like they been in my house. i don't know what that looks like but i swear i'll know the look when i see it.

the police have been "on it!" they call marty back and follow up on their investigation every coupla days. i'm glad i wasn't home when they came. they woulda been on some "Ma'am, yer crackhead boyfriend sold yr laptops. that's all their is to it - case closed!" this way, we get the single white woman treatment. it's great!!!

for the first time this slam season, we had three women make it to the final round of the slam. Lynne Procope (who won it), Emily Kagan (who came in third) and a rare and amazing sight, Rachel mcKibbens... drunk!!! You've seen nothing like it. It included her throwing a full bottle of water at me on stage while i hosted and shouting out obscenities at folks in the open mic. it was wonderful!!

okay. i'm going to a public house to drink beverages and talk about poems - not necessarily in that order...