"As far as I could tell, I was the only black man in the company, a source of shame for me, but, hey, let’s face it: pretty good job security. After a while I realized I didn’t even have to hide the Tetris games."
Much better than the rewritten autobio that was finally published. More true-to-life, you know?
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Tagged Dreams From My Father, Iowahawk, Obama
If the weekend show that starts today wasn’t on the other side of town, I might actually drop by to see the satire master of the Web. As it is, I have Mr. B. to tote around to Little League stuff and etcetera. So I’ll wait to read his followup post on how he found our fair city.
Meanwhile, you shouldn’t miss this profile of the show’s host, Continental Club owner Steve Wertheimer. For a hole-in-the-wall that’s hard to turn around in even when it’s not crowded, CC is an international legend.
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91 Sharia is Englishe as tea and scones,
92 So everybody muste get stoned.
93 The pilgryms shuffled for the door
94 To face the rule of the Moor;
95 Poets, Professors, Starbucks workers
96 Donning turbans, veils and burqqas.
97 As they face theyr fynal curtan
98 Of Englande folk, one thynge is certan:
99 Dying by theyr own thousande cuts,
100 The Englande folk are folking nuts.
101 BURMA SHAVE
From Iowahawk’s brilliant, fractured Chaucer: The Tale of the Asse-Hatte
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Tagged Canterbury Tales, Chaucer, Iowahawk
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 