We had a tasty dinner of steak for us and lamb for my dad.

It's kind of ironic to use a paper cup that brags about it's
environmentally friendly properties and then stack them two high.

How many polocks does it take to get a joke? Apparently more than this many. These people are protesting a play called Polish Joke which is playing at Canisius' Marie Maday Theatre on Main Street.

Here is a guy with a proud Polish American Sign at the protest


[box]By Colin Dabkowski - At its essence, "Polish Joke" is about one man's crisis of identity over his Polish heritage, his long and misguided journey away from his roots and his eventual realization that true ethnic identity is to be denied at one's ultimate peril. It is nothing less than an affirmation, if a rather long-winded one, of the importance of embracing one's own heritage.

Playwright David Ives, in his traditionally neurotic and absurdist manner, has employed a hearty helping of self-deprecation, the standard tool of ethnocentric comedies like "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." Ives' jokes - which aim to flip standard Polish jokes on their heads by placing them within Ives' self-critical narrative-don't always hit home. But what they never do is step over the line from satire and into demeaning caricature of Polish people, as has been suggested by community members, many of whom have neither seen nor read the play.

Thomas LaChiusa gives an adept comic performance as Jasiu, the conflicted protagonist, as does David Hoffmann in a variety of roles. Director Maureen Sheldon points out in her program note that she, and most of the actors - not to mention the playwright himself - are Polish.

This fact should encourage community members who have manufactured gut-reactionary outrage at what they read about the play, or merely at its provocative title, to come out and judge for themselves.

cdabkowski@buffnews.com[/box]

I wonder if this clipbard security thing is still an issue. Is anyone using IE 6 anymore?

Remember when I used to be creative? I used to have so much fun with photoshop in the days before the non-stop programming.

Thursdays are starting to get ridiculous. I barely drink otherwise but then comes Thursday in the Square and suddenly I have a beer in each hand the moment I get there. This week the band was Better than Ezra.

You probably remember them singing this song on the radio and while that song was pretty good and the crowd was generally into them, thats about the only song I enjoyed. They definitely seems like a really heavily production studio dependent band. The singer is pretty hot though.

This is not at thursday in the square


I went with (e:terry) and a friend from work. We then met up with (e:vincent), (e:enknot) Casey and (e:enknot)'s friend Andrew. For some reason they all wanted to go to the gay bars. I guess the cheaper, stronger drinks. After that we headed over to primo pizza on Chippewa, then (e:enknot) and I ran almost all the way to Allen street at full speed.

Everyone else went to staples and the pink, I decided I wanted to go dancing at Ohm but when we got there it was closed. Well at least the door was locked, so we ended up at cathode where I tried to find a girl for my straight buddy but instead ended up being hit on by some old guys.

Then the best part was going home and eating smoked salmon with apples. Ya fish. Sometimes I think I should have been a sea lion.

This morning it all ended with breakfast at ambrosia