In celebration of the imminent humiliation for the state’s flagship university, I’m happy to present an expanded Florida Hate Week edition of Deep South Smack Talk. Speaking for the evil swamp lizards, we have my oldest friend and occasional A Free Man commentor, Jamie. He and I went through high school together and despite his [...]
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Deep South Smack Talk: My Friend The Enemy
As the flames rose to a Roman nose
“Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I’d like to smash every tooth
In your head.
Oh … sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed.”
I don’t know how we got there, but Dr. O’C and I were talking about bullying the other day. I think I expressed [...]
In a cabin on a hill in the Atlanta suburbs…
Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, does it? But whether her life’s worthy of a country song or not, the Coal Miner’s Granddaughter provided the latest moment of joy in what has been a joyful week for your underwhelming correspondent. A bag chock full of Georgia Bulldogs paraphenelia swag chugged/steamed/flew its way from [...]
Your cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
Welcome to a new feature here on A Free Man: Deep South Smack Talk
With the SEC Football season moving in to full swing this week, I thought I would give the enemies, er opponents, of my beloved Georgia Bulldogs an opportunity to sing their team’s praises before the Dawgs take them apart. It’s just good [...]
I’m a doctor and it’s true, I’m a clean-cut kid and I been to college, too
“I said, ‘I like Fidel Castro,
I think you heard me right,’
And ducked as he swung
At me with all his might.”
Z, at just shy of a year old, got in his first fight at day care yesterday. Unfortunately, it wasn’t because he was espousing his Dad’s (and Bob Dylan’s) socialist notions. Nor was it because he’s [...]
Z’s Music Monday: Get pissed, destroyyyy…
It was not my intent to open the Pandora’s box of punk rock for young Z over breakfast on Sunday morning. In the gamut of kid’s music, punk has some things going for it – loud, simple chord structure and often amusing, repetitive lyrics. It also has a number of fairly obvious negatives. But when my [...]
Sound check or taste test?
“A bluejay hectors from the felled Catalpa tree.
Doctorate in science and a theologian’s dream
The dragonflies are trying to lecture me.
The seahorses as if we were in the sea.”
-R.E.M. – “Beat A Drum”
Time for the announcement of the winners in my Happy Blog-day contest. Dr. O’C has again drawn names from a hat (and again I have [...]
Smashing up the kindness of strangers
I’ve moved around a lot in my time. I’ve lived on both coasts of the U.S., as well as the north, south and middle. I’ve lived in Canada. I’ve lived in Britain. I live in Australia. One of the things that I’ve learned is that with every move there’s a period of time in which [...]
Good Morning Son, I Am A Bird
“Sara spelled without an ‘h’ was getting bored
On a Peavey amp in 1984
While Zak without a ‘c’ tried out some new guitars
Playing Sara-with-no-h’s favourite song…”
-Ben Folds – “Zak & Sara”
Ben Folds is one of the most entertaining live performers I’ve ever had the good fortune of seeing. He owns both his piano and the crowd, [...]
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