So, I wanted a friday poem, and I googled “friday poem,” and I came up with Dr. Medusa’s blog and her post of a wonderful Bukowski poem about pouring whiskey on a bluebird. One of her student evaluations described her class as “a negative rant fest about everything being wrong.” And she has a new poem every Friday.

On the Groundworks stereo: Video Killed The Radio Star. Put the blame on VCR, indeed.