And now a fourteenth …
Wednesday 5 January 2011, 11:00 am
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For Arkansas Blackbirds, the New Year Never Came

Around 11 that night, thousands of red-winged blackbirds began falling out of the sky over this small city about 35 miles northeast of Little Rock. They landed on roofs, roads, front lawns and backyards, turning the ground nearly black and terrifying anyone who happened to be outside.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.


I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.


The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.


A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.


I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.


Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.


O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?


I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.


When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.


At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.


He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.


The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.


It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

    — Wallace Stevens


Toaster feels Cleveland’s Pain
Sunday 16 May 2010, 22:19 pm
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Toaster sends his condolences to all his friends in the great state of Ohio, and especially those who live in Cleveland. He is very sure that LeBron would have played better if he had eaten more toast during the playoffs.

Friday 26 March 2010, 10:43 am
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Toaster is sad that Bwana’s Cornell basketball team lost its game last night.

He is so distraught that he forgot that yesterday was International Waffle Day!

All hail our friend, the waffle.

And all hail Big Red basketball!

A poem lovely as a tree.
Friday 22 January 2010, 20:46 pm
Filed under: Things That Make Toaster Cry, Things That Toaster Thinks About

Toaster is sad.

They had to cut Herbie down.

And he was only about 212-years-old!

But he had a good life. And he gives good advice:

Stand tall and proud.
Sink your roots into the earth.
Be content with your natural beauty.
Go out on a limb.
Drink plenty of water.
Remember your roots.
Enjoy the view.

Toaster thinks trees are very smart.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Bottom of the 9th …
Thursday 30 July 2009, 10:48 am
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Vin Scully’s Final Innings

From Bill Plaschke comes news that Vin Scully plans to retire after the 2010 season. Scully, 81, has been the voice of the Dodgers since 1950, when they played in Brooklyn. A Bronx native and a graduate of Fordham University, Scully is beloved throughout baseball, the best at his craft and a giant on radio and television.

Millions of fans know Scully from the “Game of the Week” for NBC in the 1980s. He also called some of the best World Series moments for NBC, including the Bill Buckner game in 1986 and the Kirk Gibson game in 1988. And he did many World Series for CBS Radio, working with Sparky Anderson or Johnny Bench

Toaster loves GaryKeithandRon, but he absolutely adores Mr. Scully.

Toaster is glad that the Mets are playing better. But this news about Mr. Scully has him all upset:


Blue Toaster
Friday 24 July 2009, 11:27 am
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Jim Breuer on Being a Mets Fan:

“They suck. It’s like being in love with an alcoholic. It’s like, you constantly defend her, and people are like, ‘Dude, your alcoholic friend is a mess,’ and you’re like, ‘Nah, you don’t know her like I do.’”

toaster-distress.jpg10 games out of first!

Half the team on the DL!

Nobody ready down on the farm!

VP picking fights with players!

Toaster is blue:

Condolences, Cleveland
Monday 1 June 2009, 15:24 pm
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Orlando Advances, Ousting Cavaliers

toaster-distress.jpgToaster is sad for you.