February 25, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush,
My upstairs neighbors are singing tonight. They've got a group of friends up there and they're all gathered around a karaoke machine singing "Killing Me Softly" and "Looks Like We Made It" and "Hotel California." Janice and I can hear the muted notes through the floorboards of our usually silent building, and we're smiling and joking and singing along.
"I think our neighbors are Hoos," Janice says, conjuring up long-forgotten memories of the large-hearted denizens of Hooville gathering in their town square to sing Christmas songs. Then, half-jokingly, half-wistfully, she adds, "If I could drink right now, I'd have three glasses of wine and go up there and join them." And she strokes her ever-expanding belly, stretched full with our son who has just eight weeks left today, and we both know that even though we're not upstairs drinking wine and harmonizing with people twice our age, we have plenty to sing about down here too.
Looks like we made it,
Dan
My upstairs neighbors are singing tonight. They've got a group of friends up there and they're all gathered around a karaoke machine singing "Killing Me Softly" and "Looks Like We Made It" and "Hotel California." Janice and I can hear the muted notes through the floorboards of our usually silent building, and we're smiling and joking and singing along.
"I think our neighbors are Hoos," Janice says, conjuring up long-forgotten memories of the large-hearted denizens of Hooville gathering in their town square to sing Christmas songs. Then, half-jokingly, half-wistfully, she adds, "If I could drink right now, I'd have three glasses of wine and go up there and join them." And she strokes her ever-expanding belly, stretched full with our son who has just eight weeks left today, and we both know that even though we're not upstairs drinking wine and harmonizing with people twice our age, we have plenty to sing about down here too.
Looks like we made it,
Dan
posted by Sinker at 11:52 PM
1 Comments:
Daniel,
As an almost daily reader of your blog, I decided to post about the writer, you. Easily found on Google, your past is impressive. I am sure your future is too.
So, in case Mr. Bush is reading this blog but is unfamiliar with the features of Google...and did not want to ask anyone. Here you are :
Daniel Sinker
Daniel Sinker is the founder, editor, and publisher of Punk Planet magazine and owner of the Chicago-based Independents’ Day Media publishing company. The long-running Punk Planet magazine (a decade old in 2004) has won the Utne Independent Press Award for Cultural and Social coverage in 2002 and General Excellence: Zine in 2000 along with being nominated in the General Excellence: Magazine category three years in a row. Sinker himself won the Firecracker Alternative Book Award editing the 2001 book We Owe You Nothing: Punk Planet, the collected interviews. Punk Planet has been written up in countless publications including The Nation, The Washington Post (where it was called “the New Yorker of punk magazines”), the Chicago Tribune, the Chicago Sun-Times, and the Hartford Courant. It is consistently cited as one of the highlights in the independent publishing world. Sinker is also the vice-chair of the Chicago chapter of the Independent Press Association. His freelance writing has appeared in the Chicago Reader, In These Times, and Wired.com. Sinker received a BFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago.
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