DEF POETRY/HIP-HOP/ RAP/R&B JAM: “Our life is an illusion, and we create the confusion so take a dose of seclusion to dilute the delusion, and hope that it’s not in vain that we look into the spheres of the fear-fruit bearing tree before we eat again,” ends the only spoken-word track, my favorite, on Grayson Capps’ album, “Rott & Roll.” I love spoken word—I remember ordering up seasons of Def Poetry Jam on my Netflix when I lived with four roommates post-college and playing the discs one after another, dragging my roommates in to watch the most moving performances.

Here in Birmingham we have a history of getting fed up with shit, and then deciding not to take it anymore, and organizing against that shit. When Walgreen’s proposed that they tear down the historic Fire Station No. 22 on Clairmont Ave., and tear down Bogue’s and Clairmont Auto, we decided we’d had enough.

But the idea of walking barefoot through the streets of Birmingham and dodging broken glass and gravel, or hiking unshod around a trail on Ruffner and just hoping to dodge hookworm— these are things that make me feel all icky. Also, subconsciously there might be some play from the barefoot social stigma—that of poverty.

THURS JULY 1 [INSERT NAME HERE], COME ON DOWN: You are the next contestant on Game Show Night at Crestwood Tavern. Join host “Barb Barker” for a series of “low tech, social,

INSERT POULTRY- RELATED PUN HERE: As you probably know if you’re an involved citizen or a Birmingham resident that’s also a fan of Stuff White People Like, the Chick-fil-A.

All of that is preceded by a crazy registration party featuring margaritas, beer, other cocktails and lots of dancing. The registration party starts at 6 p.m. on Friday, June 4, at the Barn at the Farm.