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06/07/2004 Entry: "Ronny Dude Pushkin"

You'd live in a cave--albeit with a modem to read my blog--to not know by now that Ronnie Raygun has gone off to the big Bedtime for Bonzo in the sky.

Aside from all this and that, I must admit I feel sadness. As a wee little child, Reagan was for me the next best thing to Superman. So strong, so charming, so good looking. As a grownup, I later learned other stuff, like this bit from a certain Hitchens.

But this blog is not the place to pass judgement. I do try very hard to keep this area clear of my own opinions. But as you mighta guessed, I am a fan of syncronicity and almanacs and the like. So instead here is what happened this weekend.

On Saturday, the sixth, Dude Dude Chick played the Blue Note to a packed crowd. After a month or two of lame gigs, and a nasty breakup, the remaining member pulled himself together to pull off a righteously wicked show with drummer Martin S. Mirko was happy, and providence was kind.

On the seventh of June, Pushkin was born. He was the Poet who first truly embodied a Russian literary identity. In England they have the Shakester and in Germany Goethe and Schiller and the Grimm boys. In France they have more than we can count. But back home Stateside we have a-plenses of great poets and authors, yet no single one stands out in a nationally-felt sense like A Pushkin does for Mama Russland. Nu pogodi!