So. . .I'm back in NYC tomorrow to see the Brian Jonestown Massacre, and I'm going to be staying in a hotel in the East Village. . .very excited.
How excited am I? I fell asleep for about an hour and a half this evening around 8pm. It has been such a long work week that I'm just drained. . .I can't believe that it's only 11:30! I feel like it's the middle of the night. Just want to get to the city. I think I might try to check out a poetry reading while I'm in town--maybe do an open mic or something. Probably hit the Strand to see my pal Bibbi. Should be fun. . .
Started to really work on my MA thesis today--drafting 2-4 new poems a week. Hopefully from this demoing phase, I can get a couple good pieces to build a chapbook around.
Sleep now. . .BJM tommorrow. . .
today's soundtrack:
teenage fanclub-bandwagonesque; ray lamontange-trouble; the la's-s/t; prince-hits 2; tom waits-closing time; jeff buckley-live at sin-e; nick drake-time of no reply; love-forever changes; toad the wet sprockett-fear; otis redding-good to me; ted hawkins-the next 100 years; husker du-candy apple grey
Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
these people who don't like Derrida are idiots. . .
I work too much. . .some blind junkyard dog alliance to whoever signs my check--don't get me wrong I am not a merc. I guess what happens is that I get so wrapped up in what I'm doing I have a hard time disconnecting.
Case in point--at the end of work yesterday, a problem came up with WebCT (the online program our MA in CW uses). In keeping with my new philosphy, I left at the end of the work day--with the intention of going for a walk, eating dinner, watching AMERICAN MOVIE, reading William Carlos Williams, and then bed BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I took a walk, entirely consumed by the work problem until I figured the motherf%^ker out. I went back to work and fixed everything.
Do I say this out of resentment? No. I really like my job and what I'm doing. I just need to be more mindful of how much time I spend at work or it will become resentful.
I also spent $30 at the health-food store today. . .what the Hell is happening to me?
more later
today's soundtrack:
misfits-walk among us; ray lamontange-trouble; shuggie otis-insider information; sonic youth-goo; toots and maytals-best of...; ryan adams-heartbreaker; rites of spring s/t; johnny thunders-so alone
Case in point--at the end of work yesterday, a problem came up with WebCT (the online program our MA in CW uses). In keeping with my new philosphy, I left at the end of the work day--with the intention of going for a walk, eating dinner, watching AMERICAN MOVIE, reading William Carlos Williams, and then bed BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I took a walk, entirely consumed by the work problem until I figured the motherf%^ker out. I went back to work and fixed everything.
Do I say this out of resentment? No. I really like my job and what I'm doing. I just need to be more mindful of how much time I spend at work or it will become resentful.
I also spent $30 at the health-food store today. . .what the Hell is happening to me?
more later
today's soundtrack:
misfits-walk among us; ray lamontange-trouble; shuggie otis-insider information; sonic youth-goo; toots and maytals-best of...; ryan adams-heartbreaker; rites of spring s/t; johnny thunders-so alone
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Harlem!
Went to the Harlem Bookfair this weekend. . .was bummed b/c we missed Amir Baraka who was reading as part of the open air poetry stage. They basically closed of W135St. between 5th and Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd. The streets were filled with a variety of publishers, art, clothing tents, and food. I ended up buying 0 books (how lame am I?); however I did end up with a cool Curtis Mayfield t-shirt, a couple of other shirts and this great jazz print by Harlem artist Brian Collier. . .we met up with my pal Bibbi and ate at an awesome soul food joint right off of 135th. We ended up at a birthday party for a friend at the Faison Firehouse Theatre--owned by George Faison, a legend in Harlem dance and theatre circles. He won a Tony award for choreographing THE WIZ--amazing, down-to-earth cat. Ended up spending the night in Harlem. . .outstanding time!!!
There is this great and viceral energy flowing through the streets of Harlem, even at 3, 4 or 9 in the morning--it's very kinetic. I was a little disoriented by the vibe--actually more like overwhelmed. The real sad part is how Columbia has bought so much Harlem real-estate and has begun to gentrify the area. When will people learn they can become part of the community without destroying the pre-existing culture? I guess it's just the urban extension of Manifest Destiny (just ask any Native American).
more later. . .
today's soundtrack:
pj harvey-dry; REM-fable of the reconstruction; razorlight-up all night; soloman burke-don't give up on me; al green-let's stay together; pavement-wowwie zowie; snow patrol-final straw; spoon-girls can tell; beth orton-trailer park
There is this great and viceral energy flowing through the streets of Harlem, even at 3, 4 or 9 in the morning--it's very kinetic. I was a little disoriented by the vibe--actually more like overwhelmed. The real sad part is how Columbia has bought so much Harlem real-estate and has begun to gentrify the area. When will people learn they can become part of the community without destroying the pre-existing culture? I guess it's just the urban extension of Manifest Destiny (just ask any Native American).
more later. . .
today's soundtrack:
pj harvey-dry; REM-fable of the reconstruction; razorlight-up all night; soloman burke-don't give up on me; al green-let's stay together; pavement-wowwie zowie; snow patrol-final straw; spoon-girls can tell; beth orton-trailer park
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Fight the Power!
Good Charlotte's gonna actually have to earn radio airplay instead of pay for it!
Busy, busy weekend in Harlem and at ye olde office. . .
more later
Today's Music
social distortion-white light, white heat, white trash and KCRW Simulcast (Morning Becomes Eclectic w/new stuff from Bob Mould)!
Busy, busy weekend in Harlem and at ye olde office. . .
more later
Today's Music
social distortion-white light, white heat, white trash and KCRW Simulcast (Morning Becomes Eclectic w/new stuff from Bob Mould)!
Friday, July 22, 2005
burnnnnnnnnnnnouttttttttttt
Working on setting up the MA in CW online courses. . .they need to be done and running by Sunday. . .my brain is running out of my ears whenever I tip my head.
At least I'm going to Harlem tomorrow. Harlem Book Fair!!!
more later.
work soundtrack:
lucero-nobody's darlings; ryan adams-demolition; brendan benson-the alternative to love; the damned-damned damned damned; brain jonestown massacre-and this is our music; weakerthans-fallow; u2-unforgetable fire; cave in-jupiter; the harder they come ost
At least I'm going to Harlem tomorrow. Harlem Book Fair!!!
more later.
work soundtrack:
lucero-nobody's darlings; ryan adams-demolition; brendan benson-the alternative to love; the damned-damned damned damned; brain jonestown massacre-and this is our music; weakerthans-fallow; u2-unforgetable fire; cave in-jupiter; the harder they come ost
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
old news. . .once more for the record:
So I got news today about an old girlfriend. She had a kid yesterday, and people were contacting me for my take on it. . .as if this was something newsworthy or what not. Well, for all who know me who read this blog, let me say this once: I am happy to hear that the kid is healthy and I wish them the best.
Did you catch that? Good, because that's all I'm saying about it. It's amazing to me how people want to "Falcon Crest" (great line, Bibbi!) a situation to add some sort of drama or spin to it. . .life goes on for everyone--I know it certainly has for me.
And who needs the drama anyway. I am 29, gonna be 30 in November. I don't need static or situations to boil over, especially from something over and done.
That said, I did feel a twinge of something when I heard the news--it was the same twinge when I found out two of my college roommates both had kids only monthes apart. Am I missing something?
The short answer is no. It will happen (or not) when it needs to--I stopped trying to catch up with the Jones' years ago. My life and what I'm doing with it is miles away from most of my old friends, and that doesn't mean one choice was better than the other--it means we chose different paths. . .the first bastard that even thinks Frost on that phrase should get smacked upside the head!
Life is life and it goes. . .
today's soundtrack:
david bowie-the man who sold the world; the verve-urban hymns; iron and wine-our endless numbered days; the stills-logic will break your heart; sonic youth-murray street; yo la tengo-i can feel. . .; jeff buckley-grace; marvin gaye-what's going on; josh rouse-1972; brian jonestown massacre-tepid pepermint wonderland; van morrison-st. dominck's preview; the comas-conductor
Did you catch that? Good, because that's all I'm saying about it. It's amazing to me how people want to "Falcon Crest" (great line, Bibbi!) a situation to add some sort of drama or spin to it. . .life goes on for everyone--I know it certainly has for me.
And who needs the drama anyway. I am 29, gonna be 30 in November. I don't need static or situations to boil over, especially from something over and done.
That said, I did feel a twinge of something when I heard the news--it was the same twinge when I found out two of my college roommates both had kids only monthes apart. Am I missing something?
The short answer is no. It will happen (or not) when it needs to--I stopped trying to catch up with the Jones' years ago. My life and what I'm doing with it is miles away from most of my old friends, and that doesn't mean one choice was better than the other--it means we chose different paths. . .the first bastard that even thinks Frost on that phrase should get smacked upside the head!
Life is life and it goes. . .
today's soundtrack:
david bowie-the man who sold the world; the verve-urban hymns; iron and wine-our endless numbered days; the stills-logic will break your heart; sonic youth-murray street; yo la tengo-i can feel. . .; jeff buckley-grace; marvin gaye-what's going on; josh rouse-1972; brian jonestown massacre-tepid pepermint wonderland; van morrison-st. dominck's preview; the comas-conductor
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
concrete jungle
so. . .I went to Target today to buy poster frames for my new office (that's right, i have my own office: feel the power of the secretary) and I couldn't pull the trigger on anything. As a matter of fact, I pretty much walked around briefly and left. I call this a bad consumer day, namely because there were so many folks out that I suddenly felt as if we were all cattle--livestock with disposable income, slowly herded from isle to isle buying tooth paste and designer cookware. . . I freaked and ran.
earlier in the day, Jay and I tried to pick up a couch @ the Salvation Army for a friend of ours and guess what? They resold the chair! There was a sold ticket on the chair, but that didn't stop the geniuses @ Sally's from letting that sonofabitch go without a recipt--the same recipt that I was told to bring when I was picking up said chair!!! How in the hell does this happen? Jay put it in perspective: "What do you expect when the store is pretty much run by junkies and convicts awaiting trial." Not to paint the picture that everyone who works @ Sally's is a coke-head or convicted b&e felon, but damnit it's not like they are the r & d department at Lockhead-Martin either. . .
more later
night soundtrack:
sam cooke-the immortal; al green-i can't stop; rolling stones-let it bleed; buzzcocks-singles gone steady
earlier in the day, Jay and I tried to pick up a couch @ the Salvation Army for a friend of ours and guess what? They resold the chair! There was a sold ticket on the chair, but that didn't stop the geniuses @ Sally's from letting that sonofabitch go without a recipt--the same recipt that I was told to bring when I was picking up said chair!!! How in the hell does this happen? Jay put it in perspective: "What do you expect when the store is pretty much run by junkies and convicts awaiting trial." Not to paint the picture that everyone who works @ Sally's is a coke-head or convicted b&e felon, but damnit it's not like they are the r & d department at Lockhead-Martin either. . .
more later
night soundtrack:
sam cooke-the immortal; al green-i can't stop; rolling stones-let it bleed; buzzcocks-singles gone steady
sketch 11
her skin looked different under the 40 watt moon,
moods shifted, like her legs on the couch, in
the kitchen, her parents spoke in pig latin--
a simple conversation drew question marks and
various puncuation over her face. . .she
stretched out like an august sunday
and started to dip her finger tips
in the small puddle of chocolate milk on her
lap, it wasn't pretty but the stain
looked like a short, fuzzy cross.
it ran parallel to her hips and a small
tributary ran its course to the edge of her
dress.
when they addressed her, her parents wore
gardening gloves. her father held a spade,
her mother dragged a bag of potting soil
behind her. . .
with a pinch of the nose and a tilt of the
head, her parents began to fill her newly
braceless mouth with soil.
she clutched at her stain,
and even though they could
no longer
understand what she was saying,
good catholic girls
who dream of roseries
always learn latin at the
damnedest moments.
afternoon soundtrack: the comas-conductor; brian jonestown massacre-tepid peppermint wonderland; otis redding-very best of vol.2; spoon-kill the moonlight; mojo music guide vol3: raw soul
moods shifted, like her legs on the couch, in
the kitchen, her parents spoke in pig latin--
a simple conversation drew question marks and
various puncuation over her face. . .she
stretched out like an august sunday
and started to dip her finger tips
in the small puddle of chocolate milk on her
lap, it wasn't pretty but the stain
looked like a short, fuzzy cross.
it ran parallel to her hips and a small
tributary ran its course to the edge of her
dress.
when they addressed her, her parents wore
gardening gloves. her father held a spade,
her mother dragged a bag of potting soil
behind her. . .
with a pinch of the nose and a tilt of the
head, her parents began to fill her newly
braceless mouth with soil.
she clutched at her stain,
and even though they could
no longer
understand what she was saying,
good catholic girls
who dream of roseries
always learn latin at the
damnedest moments.
afternoon soundtrack: the comas-conductor; brian jonestown massacre-tepid peppermint wonderland; otis redding-very best of vol.2; spoon-kill the moonlight; mojo music guide vol3: raw soul
Monday, July 18, 2005
trail mix: the motion picture!
So. . .I left the house today after work, not for a drink, not for music, not for dvd's, not for new books, not for a girl, not even for ice cream or fudge (I heart fudge). . .I left house for goddamn trail mix. . .
Let that sink in: trail mix.
I can't even say anything else, I am now going to go listen to Rusted Root and hang myself.
Today's soundtrack: secret machines- now here is nowhere; the stooges- fun house; sonic youth- sister; husker du- zen arcade; killing joke- s/t; brendan benson- lapalco; curtis mayfield- superfly ost; phish- that one where they sound like dirty hippies and dick around on their instruments and waste your time (kidding. . .I don't listen to Phish, they suck)
Let that sink in: trail mix.
I can't even say anything else, I am now going to go listen to Rusted Root and hang myself.
Today's soundtrack: secret machines- now here is nowhere; the stooges- fun house; sonic youth- sister; husker du- zen arcade; killing joke- s/t; brendan benson- lapalco; curtis mayfield- superfly ost; phish- that one where they sound like dirty hippies and dick around on their instruments and waste your time (kidding. . .I don't listen to Phish, they suck)
Sunday, July 17, 2005
strange currencies
As another sunday goes the way of mili vanilli, I think about how I spent my time this weekend, and I realized that I actually spent more time deciding what I'm going to listen to than listening to cd's. . .it's pretty sad. I have a High Fidelity-sized music collection, thinking the more I have the more options I'll have so I'll never be without a song for a mood I'm in. . .BUT NOOOOOOOOOO. . .instead I spent almost an hour debating: do I feel like Happy Mondays or Mos Def--Manchester or Brooklyn? Eventually I ended up listening to Generation X. . .but I sat in relative silence for about an hour. How did life get so trite?
When I was homeless (and crashing couch to couch) cd selection was easy--most my music was under lock and key at my (now ex) girlfriend's place so I could only carry a dozen cd's--ryan adams, otis redding, the replacements, coltrane/hartman--the essentials. Now it's just overkill and overload.
Maybe I'll sell some off. . .who the f&#k am I kidding?! I need to by that DJ Shaddow reissue!
today's soundtrack: Generaton X-perfect hits; REM-monster; Public Enemy- he got game; iggy pop-the idiot; wu tang clan-enter the 36 chambers; lcd soundsystem-s/t; roy hargrove- hardgroove; prince-1999; guided by voices-official ironman rally song ep
When I was homeless (and crashing couch to couch) cd selection was easy--most my music was under lock and key at my (now ex) girlfriend's place so I could only carry a dozen cd's--ryan adams, otis redding, the replacements, coltrane/hartman--the essentials. Now it's just overkill and overload.
Maybe I'll sell some off. . .who the f&#k am I kidding?! I need to by that DJ Shaddow reissue!
today's soundtrack: Generaton X-perfect hits; REM-monster; Public Enemy- he got game; iggy pop-the idiot; wu tang clan-enter the 36 chambers; lcd soundsystem-s/t; roy hargrove- hardgroove; prince-1999; guided by voices-official ironman rally song ep
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Live from the heart of saturday night
So what does a freshly paid, very sharp young man do with his weekends? I'm home reading John Berrymen and HL Hix. . .let the chaos begin!!! As my twenties draw to a close, I have come to terms with the fact that: 1. I am a boring guy. and 2. I have ALWAYS BEEN A BORING GUY.
Granted, I am not staying up at night thinking "where did my youth go?" Hell, I'm still reading comic books and going out at odd hours to drink coffee. . . The fact of the matter is, I'm not at all exciting.
I don't really go out to bars anymore, hell I barely even drink. . .the last real big time bender I went on, I ended up "leaving" several dining establishments in the Orlando area. . . but that's another story (PS: regardless of what they say I NEVER put my head in that lobster tank!). In the mid-20's I drank like my stereotypes were in the driver's seat (1/2 Filipino, 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Native American). The Irish is all liver I guess. . . but those days are way over. Now I sit home and just read/write poetry and watch Criterion DVD's.
My friends were busting on me pretty fierce when I showed up the the new hipster bar the other night. They were treating it as if I should've cut a press release. . . "A public appearance" that had noting to do with a poetry reading. Made me think I should get out more, for about an hour and half. By midnight, I was more than happy to cart my boring, tired ass back home.
Maybe I'm too serious about writing and maybe I should be that Jon Favreau/Vince Vaughn SWINGERS cat, but f*(k it, all I ever really cared about was writing poetry so why should I stop now?
Being lame has got me this far. . .wait a minute. . .where am I?
today's music: son volt-TRACE; Frente-LABOUR OF LOVE EP; joni mitchell-BLUE; Jeff Buckley-MYSTERY WHITE BOY; Devo-ARE WE NOT MEN?; X-LOS ANGELES; paul westerberg-BESTERBERG; Jurassic 5-QUALITY CONTROL; tom waits-HEART ATTACK & VINE
Granted, I am not staying up at night thinking "where did my youth go?" Hell, I'm still reading comic books and going out at odd hours to drink coffee. . . The fact of the matter is, I'm not at all exciting.
I don't really go out to bars anymore, hell I barely even drink. . .the last real big time bender I went on, I ended up "leaving" several dining establishments in the Orlando area. . . but that's another story (PS: regardless of what they say I NEVER put my head in that lobster tank!). In the mid-20's I drank like my stereotypes were in the driver's seat (1/2 Filipino, 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Native American). The Irish is all liver I guess. . . but those days are way over. Now I sit home and just read/write poetry and watch Criterion DVD's.
My friends were busting on me pretty fierce when I showed up the the new hipster bar the other night. They were treating it as if I should've cut a press release. . . "A public appearance" that had noting to do with a poetry reading. Made me think I should get out more, for about an hour and half. By midnight, I was more than happy to cart my boring, tired ass back home.
Maybe I'm too serious about writing and maybe I should be that Jon Favreau/Vince Vaughn SWINGERS cat, but f*(k it, all I ever really cared about was writing poetry so why should I stop now?
Being lame has got me this far. . .wait a minute. . .where am I?
today's music: son volt-TRACE; Frente-LABOUR OF LOVE EP; joni mitchell-BLUE; Jeff Buckley-MYSTERY WHITE BOY; Devo-ARE WE NOT MEN?; X-LOS ANGELES; paul westerberg-BESTERBERG; Jurassic 5-QUALITY CONTROL; tom waits-HEART ATTACK & VINE
Friday, July 15, 2005
update on events from Valentine's Day
So. . .when I last saw my garbage can, some bastard was stealing it on Valentine's Day!! But about two weeks ago, something amazing happened. . .
Jay and I were walking home from downtown WB and what do we see? My f#$kin' garbage can!!! It was full of crap, but it was mine--the sticker was still on the side of it. So Jay did what any best friend would do, he emptied the trash out of it (into the other cans, mostly) and we carried the sunovabitch home.
Life is all about cycles I guess. . .
more later.
today's soundtrack: Otis Redding-Dreams to Remember; Ryan Adams-Gold; Damien Rice-O; Soul Power Vol. 1; Weezer-1st album; Social Distortion-s/t; sonic youth-goo; White Stripes-White Blood Cells; Brian Jonestown Massacre-Thank God for Mental Illness; Tom Waits
Jay and I were walking home from downtown WB and what do we see? My f#$kin' garbage can!!! It was full of crap, but it was mine--the sticker was still on the side of it. So Jay did what any best friend would do, he emptied the trash out of it (into the other cans, mostly) and we carried the sunovabitch home.
Life is all about cycles I guess. . .
more later.
today's soundtrack: Otis Redding-Dreams to Remember; Ryan Adams-Gold; Damien Rice-O; Soul Power Vol. 1; Weezer-1st album; Social Distortion-s/t; sonic youth-goo; White Stripes-White Blood Cells; Brian Jonestown Massacre-Thank God for Mental Illness; Tom Waits
Thursday, July 14, 2005
post #100
Issue 100 is brought to you by:
1. Jesse Malin
2. Ryan Adams
3. Otis Redding
4. Raymond Carver
5. Jean-Luc Godard
6. Alex Chilton
7. Homer Simpson
8. Roy Orbison
9. Canadian Club Whiskey
10. Subway
11. MA/CW
12. Mr. Show
13. The Replacements
14. Hal Ashby
15. Rod Searling
16. Jeff Buckley
17. Vertigo Comics
18. Choclate Croissants
19. PBS
20. BBC
21. Buick
22. Emacs!
23. Nick Drake
24. Charlie's Blues, Jazz, Soul (Oklahoma City, OK)
25. Dugan's pub
26. Jay
27. Rolling Stones
28. Stax Records
29. Mojo Magazine
30. Foothills Press
31. Kevin Smith
32. Bergman
33. John Shaft
34. the 'rents
35. Mischelle
36. Tom Waits
37. Sam and Dave
38. Atlantic Records
39. Raymond Chandler
40. Gallery of Sound
41. Repo Records
42. Philly Cheesesteaks
43. Bowery Poetry Club
44. B&N Poetry Series
45. Elvis Costello
46. Phillies
47. Dr. Culver
48. Dr. Lennon
49. Philadelphia Eagles
50. Hunter S. Thompson
51. The Graduate
52. The White Stripes
53. Manuscript
54. Cornelia St. Cafe
55. Johnny Hartman/John Coltrane
56. Chamberlain
57. JL Borges
58. Lorca
59. Velvet Underground
60. Lost Horizons Wine
61. rubens!
62. John Lydon
63. Francios Trufaut
64-7. John, Paul, George, Ringo
68-9. Marvin and Tammi
70. Monty Python
71. Chapelle Show
72. Lenny Bruce
73. Miles Davis
74. Ted Hawkins
75. John Berryman
76. Led Zeppelin
77. MC5
78. 24 Hour Party People
79. Sub Pop
80. SST Records
81. Conan O'Brien
82. New York Dolls
83. Ian McKeye
84. Henry Rollins
85. The Onion
86. Aretha Franklin
87. Ray-Bans
88. Wilco
89. Sideburns!
90. Nineteen Seventy-Five
91. Springsteen
92. Autism Awareness
93. I 81
94. Iggy Pop
95. Kurt Vonnegut
96-99.Johnny, Joey, Tommy and DeeDee
100. Poetry
1. Jesse Malin
2. Ryan Adams
3. Otis Redding
4. Raymond Carver
5. Jean-Luc Godard
6. Alex Chilton
7. Homer Simpson
8. Roy Orbison
9. Canadian Club Whiskey
10. Subway
11. MA/CW
12. Mr. Show
13. The Replacements
14. Hal Ashby
15. Rod Searling
16. Jeff Buckley
17. Vertigo Comics
18. Choclate Croissants
19. PBS
20. BBC
21. Buick
22. Emacs!
23. Nick Drake
24. Charlie's Blues, Jazz, Soul (Oklahoma City, OK)
25. Dugan's pub
26. Jay
27. Rolling Stones
28. Stax Records
29. Mojo Magazine
30. Foothills Press
31. Kevin Smith
32. Bergman
33. John Shaft
34. the 'rents
35. Mischelle
36. Tom Waits
37. Sam and Dave
38. Atlantic Records
39. Raymond Chandler
40. Gallery of Sound
41. Repo Records
42. Philly Cheesesteaks
43. Bowery Poetry Club
44. B&N Poetry Series
45. Elvis Costello
46. Phillies
47. Dr. Culver
48. Dr. Lennon
49. Philadelphia Eagles
50. Hunter S. Thompson
51. The Graduate
52. The White Stripes
53. Manuscript
54. Cornelia St. Cafe
55. Johnny Hartman/John Coltrane
56. Chamberlain
57. JL Borges
58. Lorca
59. Velvet Underground
60. Lost Horizons Wine
61. rubens!
62. John Lydon
63. Francios Trufaut
64-7. John, Paul, George, Ringo
68-9. Marvin and Tammi
70. Monty Python
71. Chapelle Show
72. Lenny Bruce
73. Miles Davis
74. Ted Hawkins
75. John Berryman
76. Led Zeppelin
77. MC5
78. 24 Hour Party People
79. Sub Pop
80. SST Records
81. Conan O'Brien
82. New York Dolls
83. Ian McKeye
84. Henry Rollins
85. The Onion
86. Aretha Franklin
87. Ray-Bans
88. Wilco
89. Sideburns!
90. Nineteen Seventy-Five
91. Springsteen
92. Autism Awareness
93. I 81
94. Iggy Pop
95. Kurt Vonnegut
96-99.Johnny, Joey, Tommy and DeeDee
100. Poetry
lunch
In lieu of lunch, I am writing. . .big surprise . . . got some new poem ideas, the first in a couple of weeks. I may draft something online shortly.
How can an egg sandwich taste so good? There is this place in downtown WB called CIrcles--there food is outstanding. I had an egg sandwich on a hardroll with smoked gouda cheese. . .unreal. The egg sandwiches are the best damn sandwiches in the world.
The kicker of it all is that it took someone from Oklahoma to tell me about this place. I've only lived here for ten years!!
more later. . .
am soundtrack: Ryan Adams-COLD ROSES; Jesse Malin-THE HEAT; Velevet Underground-LOADED; Son Volt: TRACE
How can an egg sandwich taste so good? There is this place in downtown WB called CIrcles--there food is outstanding. I had an egg sandwich on a hardroll with smoked gouda cheese. . .unreal. The egg sandwiches are the best damn sandwiches in the world.
The kicker of it all is that it took someone from Oklahoma to tell me about this place. I've only lived here for ten years!!
more later. . .
am soundtrack: Ryan Adams-COLD ROSES; Jesse Malin-THE HEAT; Velevet Underground-LOADED; Son Volt: TRACE
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
"cotton candy and a rotten mouth. . ."
I have never had sunburn in my entire life, until yesterday. Apparently when I was dune walkin out on the Cape, my shoulders and neck got really, really burnt. I feel it today and it sucks. My superior genetics has let me down (again)!
I have all these thoughts and all these words swimming in my head, but when it comes time to say what I need to say, they all head to the door at the same time. It's like a 3 Stooges routine and I say absolutely nothing of substance. Instead I just lay on my couch and watch public televison. . .fun stuff. . .
Sometimes I feel like I'm in an emotional purgatory--a way station between feelings. My poetry professor called me "a voice in transition" and she's right. I just don't like how temporary everything feels. . .
PM Soundtrack:
Snow Patrol-Final Straw; Whiskeytown-Faithless Street; Beck-Sea Changes; Aretha Franklin-Lady Soul; Curtis Mayfield-Very Best of
I have all these thoughts and all these words swimming in my head, but when it comes time to say what I need to say, they all head to the door at the same time. It's like a 3 Stooges routine and I say absolutely nothing of substance. Instead I just lay on my couch and watch public televison. . .fun stuff. . .
Sometimes I feel like I'm in an emotional purgatory--a way station between feelings. My poetry professor called me "a voice in transition" and she's right. I just don't like how temporary everything feels. . .
PM Soundtrack:
Snow Patrol-Final Straw; Whiskeytown-Faithless Street; Beck-Sea Changes; Aretha Franklin-Lady Soul; Curtis Mayfield-Very Best of
here comes a regular
Mid-day ennui has set in. . . I am taking a small break because I have worked through yet another lunchtime. . . Sometimes I think I have some real issues with taking five at work. I guess since I don't have the kind of boss that lordes over me, I feel very self-sustained and independent. That's how I work best--leave me the f#$k alone and you'll get yer results. I guess that's why I like to write so damn much.
My hands look real old today--the lines and wrinkles are starting to appear. . . damn. I remember looking at my mom's thiny bony hands growing up--they were hard hands: so much back breaking labor was conducted by those fingers and wrists--she was a maid in Manilla starting at the age of 14. Hard hands.
My hands are old and tired from carving words onto the page. . .I'm a dork. . .
MORE LATER. . .
AM soundtrack: replacements: tim; ryan adams: heartbreaker; josh rouse: under the cold blue sky; ted leo: shake the sheets; nico: the marble index; miles davis: milestones
My hands look real old today--the lines and wrinkles are starting to appear. . . damn. I remember looking at my mom's thiny bony hands growing up--they were hard hands: so much back breaking labor was conducted by those fingers and wrists--she was a maid in Manilla starting at the age of 14. Hard hands.
My hands are old and tired from carving words onto the page. . .I'm a dork. . .
MORE LATER. . .
AM soundtrack: replacements: tim; ryan adams: heartbreaker; josh rouse: under the cold blue sky; ted leo: shake the sheets; nico: the marble index; miles davis: milestones
Monday, July 11, 2005
new job, antholgies, and p-town style
So. . .
don't you love how consistantly inconsistant the blogger universe is about updating? Well since we last spoke tru-believers, I have taken over a full-time slot as office assistant to the Director of Creative Writing @ Wilkes Univeristy. It means a salary, benefits, and my own office!! It also means I'm really a secreatary; however my mom has been telling everyone I am the Assitant Director of Creative Writing @ Wilkes University, and who am I to correct a Filipino mother? I pretty much to what I've been doing at Wilkes, except now I get to go home by 5 every goddamn night.
This also meant I had to say goodbye to the world of social work for a while. I think six years was a good run, though, and the door is always open. I don't know if I can goodbye to autistic children for too long. It's in the blood. I don't think Fugazi would be pissed if I never went back, but I gotta do something that makes life better for someone other than me (ladies and gentlemen, the preceeding moment was brought to you by Bono and Tim Robbins. . .).
So I read in @ the Bowery Poetry Club for the first time ever last Thursday. Somehow I ended up in this antholgy called IN THE ARMS OF WORDS. It's a benefit book to aid the victims and survivors of the Tsunami. Poets like Marge Piercy and Sparrow are in this book--real f$#in' poets and me, go figure. When Amy, the editor, introduced me she said "I don't know how this guy found out about our book. . ." Kids, this is what you call "being talked-up" by a host. Everyone at the reading pretty much knew each other but lil' ol' me but they were very open and cool to me--Steve Cannon asked me to submit some stuff to GATHERING OF THE TRIBES Magazine which is pretty damn cool. . .
I just got back from Provincetown, MA last night where I was representing Wilkes at the launch of PROVINCETOWN ARTS 20th aniversary issue party. Sure it was a 15 hour round trip road trip, sure I got no sleep, and sure no one knew who the hell I was, it was all very cool. Chris Busa, the editor of the magazine put me up for the night and we had a blast. I walked along the beach for several hours late late at night and felt the tide pull when I was waist deep in the wash. . .powerful stuff. From a landlocked boy who grew up next to a cornfield, I am really drawn to water--wow that and my fixation of bright shiny objects make my higher brain functions seem really good 'n smart, eh?
The next day we took a dune walk to the dune shacks overlooking the Atlantic. Chris said I was standing in the same place Thoreau stood when he was writing his poetry about the cape. No one else would get in the water--too cold (pansies). I did pay for it--my feet have blisters due to the soul-searing heat of the sand, but it was worth it.
I want to live in one of those shacks, even for a weekend and just disappear under the drift of a sand dune. . .maybe I could actually get some good writing done.
more later. . .
today's soundtrack:
social distortion-sex and drugs and rock n' roll; johnnie taylor-wanted: one soul singer; nick drake-5 leaves left; jeff buckley-grace; weezer-pinkerton; chamberlain-the moon, my saddle; r.e.m.-out of time; otis redding-otis blue; kayne west-college dropout; replacements-tim; lucero-nobody's darlings; damien rice-o; sam and dave-hold on, i'm coming
don't you love how consistantly inconsistant the blogger universe is about updating? Well since we last spoke tru-believers, I have taken over a full-time slot as office assistant to the Director of Creative Writing @ Wilkes Univeristy. It means a salary, benefits, and my own office!! It also means I'm really a secreatary; however my mom has been telling everyone I am the Assitant Director of Creative Writing @ Wilkes University, and who am I to correct a Filipino mother? I pretty much to what I've been doing at Wilkes, except now I get to go home by 5 every goddamn night.
This also meant I had to say goodbye to the world of social work for a while. I think six years was a good run, though, and the door is always open. I don't know if I can goodbye to autistic children for too long. It's in the blood. I don't think Fugazi would be pissed if I never went back, but I gotta do something that makes life better for someone other than me (ladies and gentlemen, the preceeding moment was brought to you by Bono and Tim Robbins. . .).
So I read in @ the Bowery Poetry Club for the first time ever last Thursday. Somehow I ended up in this antholgy called IN THE ARMS OF WORDS. It's a benefit book to aid the victims and survivors of the Tsunami. Poets like Marge Piercy and Sparrow are in this book--real f$#in' poets and me, go figure. When Amy, the editor, introduced me she said "I don't know how this guy found out about our book. . ." Kids, this is what you call "being talked-up" by a host. Everyone at the reading pretty much knew each other but lil' ol' me but they were very open and cool to me--Steve Cannon asked me to submit some stuff to GATHERING OF THE TRIBES Magazine which is pretty damn cool. . .
I just got back from Provincetown, MA last night where I was representing Wilkes at the launch of PROVINCETOWN ARTS 20th aniversary issue party. Sure it was a 15 hour round trip road trip, sure I got no sleep, and sure no one knew who the hell I was, it was all very cool. Chris Busa, the editor of the magazine put me up for the night and we had a blast. I walked along the beach for several hours late late at night and felt the tide pull when I was waist deep in the wash. . .powerful stuff. From a landlocked boy who grew up next to a cornfield, I am really drawn to water--wow that and my fixation of bright shiny objects make my higher brain functions seem really good 'n smart, eh?
The next day we took a dune walk to the dune shacks overlooking the Atlantic. Chris said I was standing in the same place Thoreau stood when he was writing his poetry about the cape. No one else would get in the water--too cold (pansies). I did pay for it--my feet have blisters due to the soul-searing heat of the sand, but it was worth it.
I want to live in one of those shacks, even for a weekend and just disappear under the drift of a sand dune. . .maybe I could actually get some good writing done.
more later. . .
today's soundtrack:
social distortion-sex and drugs and rock n' roll; johnnie taylor-wanted: one soul singer; nick drake-5 leaves left; jeff buckley-grace; weezer-pinkerton; chamberlain-the moon, my saddle; r.e.m.-out of time; otis redding-otis blue; kayne west-college dropout; replacements-tim; lucero-nobody's darlings; damien rice-o; sam and dave-hold on, i'm coming
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