Monday, December 26, 2005
Days of giving, much pleasure. Today was unto me.
This gritty, drizzly Boxing Day was one of input. I had a BLT club with my former poetry student Eve Louise Tulbert, played a hand of Royalty with tea, then went out to Media Play, which is closing. I've shopped there maybe once ever, but I wasn't above scoring on their 30-50% off sale.
I got many things I've wanted for a long time. Some were silly (Corinna, Corinna, The Best of Mike Myers), some were covted (The Tick TV series, Angels in America) some just self indulgent because I have them on tape (FM Destiny Rules, Seal 2, Joan Osborne's Relish) but I managed to pass up Arthur and Rush (the movie). Ok, stop laughing now.
Tonight was wine and Christmas cookies with jennimi, and then an hour in the tub finishing James Young's Nico: The End. This is dark, well-written, and sometimes very funny account by the piano player on the Teutonic chanteuse.
sake for the dry god
slamming guitar case, door
fan leaves blossom tears
enshrouded in smoke
from her bitter vocal
pulped on sidewalk
17 year old star
with many eyes open
we enter your city
and head for the heart.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
May you find light always.
...can capture the sight of moonlight on snow, walking up the dark path...
...can record what fine form boy and guitar were in....
... can tell of the guy, bundled and bearded, alone in midnight's wind chill & empty street with shopping cart half-full of bottles, who stopped for a moment outside the window of the bar to listen--
"It's getting better all the time--"
who moved on....
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
(culled from Newsweek, December 19, 2005, p.29)
win thought out.
lying during price
booty shown special
doing big iceberg
I read papers
God women disorderly
cleaner than clean.
Credit the reader.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Jenimi and I went to the Shadow Lounge tonight for martinis and fondue. Wow.
I recommend an item not on that menu: The mushroom-steak skewers with a deeply flavored cheese fondue. This fondue, by the way, is not the gloppy stuff ou may be thinking of, but a delicious creamy sauce which is true comfort food while being elegant. We also enjoyed* the rum martini Rangotini, with mango rum, raspberry rum and a variety of fruit juices.
This place would be fun for a happy hour, a first (romantic) date, or a birthday party.
"I personally believe that there is no greater respect that can be shown a book than by using it."
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I found and downloaded Media Monkey to organize my music files. Can you believe I've been using Winamp/folder organization by hand for all this time?
I am in geeky ecstasy tonight, correcting and organizing.
It is icy here today, and I bought some beautiful red tulips at Chuck's Ex-cel.
Pet Peeve of a thousand years: The sound of carbonated drink being poured and foaming, and just about any other sound in a Pepsi ad.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
For many years, I've had a dream. That dream of making properly printed t-shirts ith my anarchist librarian motif.
The original t-shirt utilized fabric paint to write the word "Librarian" with a big fat anarchy A in place of the first 'a'. On the back, a closed fist (think Black Power) with letters spelling out READ on the knuckles.
I want now to make these t-shirts and to sell them through Cafe Press.
With this email, I am soliticing proposals and designs for both front and back. I am interested in designs which use the ideas above or ones of your own creation. With your design (should you choose to submit!), please submit your proposal for costs and your cut, be it monetary, product or barter. I think I would prefer to acquire the design outright, since I have no idea what profit, if any, I'd ever make on these.
Resolution, file type and other image specificiations here:
I am especially interesting in selling black t-shurts with this design, which require somewhat different design thinking: http://www.cafepress.com/cp
Deadline: January 15, 2006
Please contact me with questions, and feel free to forward this to anyone you think might be interested.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
- "I think all we need is three people to talk with from time to time. One of them a realist, one an idealist, and the other a romanticist."--from Allura
- Ten Tricks to Teach Your Body: 2. Experience supersonic hearing!
If you're stuck chatting up a mumbler at a cocktail party, lean in with your right ear. It's better than your left at following the rapid rhythms of speech, according to researchers at the UCLA David Geffen School of Medicine. If, on the other hand, you're trying to identify that song playing softly in the elevator, turn your left ear toward the sound. The left ear is better at picking up music tones.
- Fans still gather to celebrate John Lennon's life at Strawberry Fields.
- British courts outlaw use of evidence gained in torture.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Someone Save My Butter Rum....
I've been a little worried about Lifesavers since back when they wanted to get rid of Pineapple.
I noticed recently that I couldn't find Lifesavers anywhere. I checked 7 stores, both drugstores and grocery stores, and found exactly two rolls of Wint-O-Greens. You can still sometimes get the regular fruit flavor, but often as not, it is in oversized gummy form.
I have been loyal to Wint-O-Green since elemtary school bus days, when I often got nauseated on the ride home. My loving Gram provided me with multiple rolls of these (Peppermint, too) and it's been a habit of mine since then to have some around.
Another sweet memory is of my father bringing home Butter Rum Lifesavers for me. (I think I also associated them with his favorite drink, Rum and Pepsi!)
So, being a librarian, I resorted to researching to find out where the Lifesavers had gone. I came across the news that Wrigley bought the band in June of 2005. While they list LS as a product, the page which "feaures" them gives a "The page cannot be found error."
I felt my heart sink at this. Doesn't yours? They seem to be going the way of old-time-candy. Sigh.
Trivia: Find out why Lifesavers are so named.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Kythryne's gorgeous wirework jewlery and earrings. She titles her works. It's amazing they don't cost thousands of dollars. One day they will, I'll bet.
Open Studios this weekend here in Buffalo.
Kate Bush's Aerial.
A dear friend's face close by.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Today's music: "Sunrise" by The Who, Kate Bush's new Aerial, and the OBC soundtrack to RENT.
Today's food: nothing good yet, but I sure feel like having something special. (I think it will be eggplant parm from Santasiero's, with a side of spaghetti.)
Today's agenda: paying bills, clearing desk, straightening the house, staying out of the wet snow. Tonight, happy hour and then The Possums at Sportsmen's....an early night, for tomorrow I teach.
More of this?
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Last week I organized the contents of my bathroom drawers into ten ziploc bags. I still have the afterglow.
Tonight I started a grocery price book. Total, righteous fun.
And I messed with my wish list, of which these items are most desired:
Hoover steam-vac Jr.
Karma Soap from Lush
3WA Greeting Cards (3-Side Lovely Motion)
Refusing Heaven, poems by Jack Gilbert
Reading is Sexy t-shirt
Angels in America DVD
Humboldt Fog cheese
light therapy light
I had one of the loveliest Thanksgivings in years. In fact, I had two.
I am making plans to visit Oaxaca, Mexico, in January, and can't wait.
I recieved in the mail a copy of the oral history Stan did for the library school, and loved that I will go down in history as evil, smart, and having long red hair. That's plenty.
Much of my life is being documented at Flickr these days, so click the sidebar.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
I've been working on this leaf collage for a few weeks.
I collected leaf samples, made models to trace, and spent some time cutting out individual pieces. Tonight, the gluing.
This is how it looked before I glued--much freer, no?
(You can see more of my collage here, if you want.)
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Sometime this summer, I stopped writing every day in my journal. It wasn't a conscious decision, but over time I came to realize that I did so for a number of reasons.
First, I had written nearly every day for 25 years. And I realized that, on some level, I was using it as a "counting up" of bad and good things that happened; for me that meant I was never letting them go, to just be moments, but stringing them together into some sort of "meaning" which, often as not, made me feel rather grim.
Weirdly....I don't really miss it. I feel freer in some ways. I do find my recall of specific days is not as sharp, but that's often an okay thing.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
A murder of crows is massing on our block, as they often do this time of year. The caw-caw-calling shakes us at sunset and dawn.
Tonight, as a tonic for hunger, melacholy and a feeling of alone-ness, I opened one of my hoarded bottles of "Holiday Spice Wine", which my cron(i)es and I save for this time of the year. None of them are here, so I heated just enough for one and am holding it now in my glass. It is still too warm to sip, but the aroma intoxicates. It's sweet and spicy and full of speech, somehow: "Calm down, now. Feelings are not facts. You are minutes from company, a month from actual information. Live in the present moment. Sip."
Monday, October 17, 2005
"Earth's Most Beautiful Season..."
...as Jim Duggan always used to say.
This is one of my favorite (and sort of secret) spots in Western New York.
Mariah and I went there for a romp to celebrate her fifth birthday. The whole place smells like fallen apples.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
I have a long poem, "Abecedary (Amsterdam)" in the new
issue of Not Just Air. You can also hear me reading if
you click on the microphone to the left of the poem.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
The Musician came to visit sick little me this evening, bringing aspirin, chamomile tea, and Chinese takeout. He lay around on my bed with me, playing Royalty and listening to music, drinking tea. He is always the best of company, but it's extra kind when one feels unwell.
Oh, and he did the dishes. *fs*
Monday, September 05, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
I like the weight of the old Sharp remote in my hand, though I can no longer read the numbers. I like the hour of repose: five minutes worrying about that recognizeable car outside, five minutes talking to Kristianne about bee-stings, five minutes of talk about Five Angels Cafe, five minutes in the hallway with a Tim Snow painting, five minutes on Whitman with Tim McPeek. I like driving down dark Elmwood past lightless bikers and pididdle cop cars, to the last 15 minutes of the first day open of the Lexington Co-op in the new space. I like snapping the little buds from the basil plant when it is time. I like Lush's Karma Soap and how the room smells later when I return to it. I like beating and brushing my rugs from Petra on the clothesline after the rain. I like looking things up in my MLA Style Guide. I like the dog's love when she's happy to see me. I like hungry email, and to growl in response. I like the peaches ripening in the bowl on the table. I like the red African cloth on the couch.
I like the 13 year old recipe for tempeh fajitas in cumin-lime marinade (remember, Jonah?) and the leftovers, which I think I'll make now with some avocado and sour cream.
I like being happy.
Oh, it rained, at last. I have never known Don Paul to be so wrong for so long, but yes, sometime in the night, water began to topple from the sky and it went on into the morning, when I woke, smiling to hear it and then to the phone ringing at 8:04 AM (trans-atlantic phone calls are never denied, and make the morning almost as nicely as actual presence). I walked the dog in said rain, and did errands in it, and when it stopped I took my Petra rugs outside to be brushed & beaten. The apartment is clean and quiet. The birds sound freshly rinsed and happy--they have been singing all day long, and the cardinal keeps stopping on the wire outside the window to chirp enquiringly. What shall I say in reply?
Yes, it rained, at last. Isn't it good?
Sunday, July 17, 2005
The weather is hot and humid and miserable.
But today, we are graced with thunderstorms.
I threw a party and only 3 people came.
But they were good company indeed, and we made art.
It seems many of my closest pals are out of town.
Emails and good wishes make things better.
There's nothing on the internet.
But I am on the internet! See pictures!
Monday, July 04, 2005
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Saturday, July 02, 2005
My cynicism reigns, but I am watching some of the Live8 coverage today, mostly on Canadian tv (and not MTV/VH1), between spates of painting the bathroom a pale blue. And I did add my name to the list, just in case a few million people are listened to by the 8 men who rule the world, after all.
I remember watching LiveAid on a stifling hot Saturday in a small blue-walled living room, in front of a fan, in Riverside. I thought Sir Bob was a hero. Now I'm not sure if he has a clue about politics and money at all. But I pray some change comes from this, even if I'm too jaded to envision it from this couch today, where I type with blue paint spots on my knees & on my inside-out Hampshire College sweatshirt.
Nice break earlier, rather more dressed up, taking dog to play at Days Park and to hang out on the Nietzsche's patio with some pals and a glass. Trefoyle and the Celtic Session went on as I felt guilty for missing the Inner Harbor Music Festival down on Ohio Street. I really wanted to make it there.
Mariah preferred the more intimate scene.
Friday, June 24, 2005
I like New York in June....
Keith Jarrett Trio at Carnegie Hall--Jack DeJohnette's hands were fluid magic.
East Village everything
And I too had the Jet Blue odd-but-great sonic experience of hearing REM's "At My Most Beautiful" at JFK and could hardly believe my ears; funny to have it almost instantly echoed by B-lo's own Perfect NJP.
(More pictures at Flickr....)
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I saw the flock, myself, one day in Washington Square Park, and it's one of my best memories of San Francisco.
See the film if you can.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Thursday, June 09, 2005
If you are going to the Allentown Art Festival this weekend (who isn't?), check out the new 5 Angels Cafe, in the old Cybele's [Aqua] space next to Rust Belt Books on Allen Street, just west of Elmwood. Fresh, handmade food and tea, including excellent vegetarian options. (Chicken, green mango, glass noodle wraps/BBQ Seitan wraps, and something involving tofu.) It's their first weekend open, so go to admire Peter Fowler's beautiful red and more walls, steel bar built by Joe Smeltzer, food by Jeannine Giffear, bread by Dianne Gilleece. Here's to many sweet afternoons on that patio....
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
This evening I biked (for the first time in two weeks) over to Romanello's Roseland to meet Joe T. for a glass of wine and some fried ravioli. We don't see each other as much when we are not organizing hugely sucessful poetry marathons or writing songs together. Usually the place is empty, there's some Sinatra playing, and that's about it.
I'd been there a minute maybe when I realized I knew almost every person in the room . It was the City Honors Women's Faculty Happy Hour--teachers who'd taught me, who I'd taught with....and it was Irene McVay's retirement. (See page 2.) She is the last of the people I knew, and who has known me for 20 years. Amazing coincidence...synchronicity. A gift.
All day the sky flaunted dramatic dark clouds, then long moments of bright sunlight.
I'm in love with my town, these days. Again.
Monday, May 23, 2005
I've been inspired by some blogs (does anyone call them online journals anymore) lately, like Self Taught Girl (I relate to her talk about writing, aloneness, insecurity, and Buddhist practice), Wish Jar Journal, and local hero Nancy J. Parisi.
Three Truths and a Lie:
* My sweetie and I listened to Abba for hours yesterday.
* I have only just discovered Shonen Knife.
* The dog has a new purple bandana.
* I know how to yodel.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
"Summer is coming, summer is coming.
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again.
Yes, my wild little Poet."
--Alfred Lord Tennyson
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Buffalo Rising is a free quarterly magazine put out by several of my friends and neighbors. It profiles experiences in my town just the way I would (and has published photos of mine), and it the sort of publication you might send to friends who've moved away or never yet come to visit (I'm looking at you, everyone but Sean).
I'm happy to see that BR has a new blog, updated daily, which is not only drawing attention to fun stuff like Brad Pitt in a Michael Morgulis "City of No Illusions" t-shirt, but drawing the B-lo together in a virtual sense, as I haven't enjoyed since leaving San Francisco. I notice that people I know (poets, librarians, teachers) are blogging and contributing. It's good to see them online, even if Buffalo will always be a place where I'll more often run into them on the street or at the bookstore or at the bar.
La Salle Park, and the river, in the fog.
And another happiness, lilacs outside my window.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
This weekend I went to see the Peter Brötzmann Tentet at the Buffalo and Erie County Historical Society (which my mother has always called The Hysterical Society). I liked the sound from outside the window best.
Then I went to see Jeez Luweez at a smoky bar in the neighborhood where I lived as a kid. They were good, and I enjoyed the thrift-store pictures of lighthouses on the walls.
I had a good time, though.
I dreamed last night that I was a character on Sex & The City, and I was given a small, attractive bomb to set off on a boat. I decided I was not interested in killing people and went shopping instead, leaving a (very lovely, I must admit) shoe behind.
42 Laws of Maat
- I honor virtue
- I benefit without conflict
- I am non-violent
- I respect the property of others
- I affirm that all life is sacred
- I give offerings that are genuine and generous
- I live in truth
- I hold sacred those objects consecrated to the Divine
- I speak the truth
- I consume only my fair share
- I speak words of good intent
- I relate in peace
- I honor animals as sacred
- I can be trusted
- I care for the earth
- I keep my own council
- I speak positively of others
- I remain in balance with my emotions
- I am trustful in my relationships
- I hold purity in high esteem
- I spread joy
- I do the best I can
- I communicate with compassion
- I listen to opposing opinions
- I create harmony
- I invoke laughter
- I am open to love in various forms
- I am forgiving
- I am non-abusive
- I act respectfully of others
- I am non-judgemental
- I follow my inner guidance
- I speak without disturbing others
- I do good
- I give blessings
- I keep the waters pure
- I speak with optimism
- I praise the Goddess
- I am humble
- I achieve with integrity
- I advance through my own abilities
- I embrace the all
How To Build Community(This is a list I've loved since I first encountered it. And I do try to live by it.)
Turn Off Your TV
Leave Your House
Know Your Neighbors
Look Up When You Are Walking
Sit On Your Stoop
Use Your Library
Buy From Local Merchants
Share What You Have
Help A Dog
Take Children to the Park
Support Neighborhood Schools
Fix It Even If You Didn't Break It
Have Pot Lucks
Pick Up Litter
Read Stories Aloud
Dance In the Street
Talk to the Mail Carrier
Listen to the Birds
Put Up a Swing
Help Carry Something Heavy
Barter For Your Goods
Start a Tradition
Ask a Question
Hire Young People for Odd Jobs
Organize a Block Party
Bake Extra and Share
Ask For Help When You Need It
Open Your Shades
Share Your Skills
Take Back the Night
Turn Up the Music
Turn Down the Music
Listen Before You React To Anger
Mediate a Conflict
Seek To Understand
Learn From New and
Know that No One Is Silent
Though Many Are Not Heard
Work to Change This
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
When I visit a city, I like to do three things: go to Lush, have Ethiopian food, and go to a bath house/spa for sauna & soak. I've done two of those things already in Chicago, and will complete the list sometime tomorrow. All this between meetings and meals with colleagues. (Last night, a great dinner at Adobo and a fun evening at Second City.)
The pretty tablecloth at Ethiopian Diamond.
Me on the El Platform, tired & windblown.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
The legal counsel to Sen. Mel Martinez (R-Fla.) admitted yesterday that he was the author of a memo citing the political advantage to Republicans of intervening in the case of Terri Schiavo, the senator said in an interview last night.
"This legislation ensures that individuals like Terri Schiavo are guaranteed the same legal protections as convicted murderers like Ted Bundy," the memo concludes.
It asserts that the case would appeal to the party's core supporters, saying: "This is an important moral issue and the pro-life base will be excited that the Senate is debating this important issue."
When do I get a law made just for me, instituting full gun control, health care and improved education monies for all?
Blessed night, warm night.
stars straight as if hung on clotheslines
opposite that fish-bone sharp moon.
Blessing the night: sweet jazz,
strong friends, hot noodles,
two-weeks early birthday present.
Bless my ghosts, their words
and notes and names,
the lights they left burning in me.
During Mercury station (occurring this weekend), it is said that one may have a dream which is a true message. Last night I dreamed I was kissed by a baby bison. The buffalo symbolizes abundance.
I also came up with a new prayer, which I think will catch on fast: "Everything's great!"
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
A wonderful review of a local play, Medium Rare, which I enjoyed thoroughly this past weekend. If you are local, go see! Franklin LaVoie's writing and puppets, beautiful sets, full of surprises. Political and magical. Light and profound. Featuring Jeannine Giffear, Kristi Meal, Patrick Cain, Jeff Vincent, Joe Smelter and more Allentown compatriots.
Monday, March 21, 2005
I've had a living will since age 20, and feel everyone should have one.
I have no comments on whether or not Terry Schiavo's feeding tube should be removed or replaced, but I sure as hell think that Palm Sunday's legislation reeks of fascism. I can't believe they made a law to "save" one person, while they send our soldiers to die and kill others all over the world, and let citizens die without health care here. I wrote my "representatives", but that word has less meaning by the second.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
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Monday, March 07, 2005
I've been reading Aaron Cometbus' zine, whenever I can get my hands on it, since 1991 and first visited Berkely and San Francisco. I was able to find copies in Seattle, Chicago, Minneapolis and New York City. I have maybe 12 of the maybe 50 issues.
I'm going to ask some of my local bookstores to look into carrying it, too.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Frontline this week is excellent.
"In "The Soldier's Heart," FRONTLINE explores the psychological cost of war and investigates whether the military is doing enough to help the many combat veterans coming home with emotional problems. With unprecedented access to active duty service members at Camp Pendleton, a Marine base in San Diego, and through interviews with mental health experts both in and out of the military and members of a Camp Pendleton support group, FRONTLINE uncovers one of the underreported stories from the war in Iraq."
Monday, February 28, 2005
(with encouragement from Jill)
10 Things I’ve Done That You Haven’t
- Built the world’s largest digital library.
- Met Queen Raina of
- Written several novels.
- Seen Patti Smith in concert 7 times, and met her and Lenny.
- Put friends into psych wards.
- Drove cross-country by myself in a Ryder truck, with all my possessions.
- Put Melissa Etheridge and KISS on the same mix tape.
- Won several awards for poetry.
- Wore a spinal brace for two years.
- Colored my hair with magic markers.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Trixies, Militant Vegans
Circle I Limbo
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
Osama bin Laden
Circle IV Rolling Weights
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
Circle VII Burning Sands
Tobacco Industry Executives
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
Monday, February 07, 2005
1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
10 GB (2,629 files)
2. The CD you last bought is:
Joni Mitchell, Taming The Tiger
Bobby McFerrin & Chick Corea doing Mozart
3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message?
Actually, the last mp3 was a poem by Anne Waldman (from the amazing UBU). Before that, "Rapper's Delight" by the Sugarhill Gang.
4. Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you:
"Song to a Seagull", Joni Mitchell
"Always Wanna Feel Like This," Cliff Eberhardt
"I'm a Cukoo", Belle and Sebastian
"My Favorite Things", John Coltrane
"Es Kisher", Zulal
Friday, January 21, 2005
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Jeff Vincent and I opened our exhibit of etchings/lines of poetry last night at College Street Gallery (link good till 1/28). We sold three pieces! Thrilling.
This has been a fun and funny collaboration. I met and mostly only ever see Jeff at the Hour of Repose (what is known as happy hour elsewhere), and one night we got talking about how we both love Edward Gorey. I proposed to give him some poems to make drawings in response. As it happened, he liked best the random lines in my long "Abecedary" poem, and chose 12. The black and white etchings are spooky, funny, and beautiful. I love them all.
We hardly discussed process, or each others' work, and decided administrative things quickly and without fuss.
Other projects: organizing recipes into page protectors, and binders; organize poems; print out blog and CTP for preservation.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
" The Monsanto company was charged in the District of Columbia with violating the US Foreign Corrupt Practices Act (FCPA) in connection with an "illegal payment" of $US50,000 to a senior Indonesian Ministry of Environment official. The bribe made by a Monsanto employee was aimed at facilitating the cultivation of genetically modified crops and falsely certified as "consultant fees" in the company's books and records, US Assistant Attorney-General Christopher Wray said." from News.com.au . This was reported over 8 hours ago in many papers. Still nothing at CNN or most U.S. news sources.
I am posting this in hopes it won't be buried by morning, and let more corporate corruption go unnoticed.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
I am having longings for things in cities I am far from, right now.
San Francisco: Afroken paraphenalia, Liquid Silk, amaguri, and a rainy afternoon at Kabuki.
Seattle: Nanaimo bars, Japanese notebooks, and spinach with tofu and peanut sauce at Siam Garden.
New York City: jazz records and pepper spray.
London: Cornish pasties, non-USerican Kit-Kats.
I am looking forward to some projects and events: Urban Epiphany 2005, Anselm Berrigan's February workshop, rearranging all my art, and my first art opening: a collaboration between Jeff Vincent and myself--my lines of poetry and Jeff's pen and ink etchings.