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