Wednesday, October 31, 2007

I was home alone. I got my first trick'o'treaters around 6:45. My neighbors: little Jack and Sarah. Sarah was glass-slipper stage Cinderella. Jack was a monkey. Then a pirate and princess came to my door. But then I turned off the porchlight and took off. I kinda felt like a jerk. I went to the coffeehouse and read. Came home. Walked the dog. Ate clam chowder. Drank a Sam Adams. Watched Papelbon on Letterman. I was feeling Boston-y.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Instead of grading papers, apparently I found it more important to take pictures of my office. Wanna see them?

Monday, October 29, 2007

Sunday, October 28, 2007

A somewhat disorderly pictoral narrative of the wonderful Clean Part weekend with Ana Bozicevic-Bowling, Julia Cohen, and Ken Rumble as it took place at the following locales: Elisabeth Reinkordt's family's farm, the Sheldon auditorium, Yia Yias.

How happy are we?

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Avishay Artsy, a freelance writer, perhaps my very favorite NET voice, and recently consistent Clean Part attendee, wrote a thoughtful piece for Omaha's The Reader this week on Mathias and I. If you can't get enough background information on The Clean Part, or Octopus, or our poetry, the things we do and how we do them, then this article might quench. If you get an actual copy of The Reader, you'll see a picture of M looking goofy and me looking foolish in front of a brick wall. We're so punk.

And so you know, since the article has been published, we have decided to bring the pie raffle back. Poof: pie raffle. Come to the Part Saturday night friends, if you're feeling pie-ish and lucky.

Ana Bozicevic-Bowling, Julia Cohen & Ken Rumble
7PM. Saturday Oct 27th. Sheldon Memorial Art Gallery. 12th & R Streets.
You will be gifted a free fox mask! You may win a pie!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

This is what I'm doing tonight.

Monday, October 22, 2007

My sister, K, came over tonight. It seems like we may make Monday night a regular thing. She's 18. We watched an hour of The Hills together. K doesn't like Spencer. I don't think I like any of them.
This is what I've been listening to lately:
The Teacups - This Will Come Back to Haunt You
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone - Etiquette
Richard Buckner - Devotion and Doubt
Red House Painters - Red House Painters II
DiskothiQ - Sad Truths
Envy - A Dead Sinking Story
Kissing Book - Lines and Color
Palace Brothers - Days in the Wake
Neutral Milk Hotel - When it all Caved In
Promise Ring - 30 degrees Everywhere
Washington Phillips - The Key to the Kingdom

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

I miss Jon Pack Approves. I have all these things in my head I need approved or disapproved, but alas.

And check out these broadsides. I want to collect all three but don't have $45. Do you want to buy them for me?
Scratch that: we're leaving tonight! Tonight! NEG taught the Suit in his classes this week so I have to go break 'em off something.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Mathias and I are fleeing this town on Thursday morn to drive toward Denver for the Denver Mint Poetry Festival. O how we will have such good times. Do you like Denver? You should go.
After Margaret Atwood

I fit into you
like a peg into a hole

a tent peg
a donut hole


I went to the Graham Foust reading last night. It was this invigorating banter-less assault of beautiful and consise poetry, complex and playful. Graham Foust poems are one of the reasons I want to spend so much of my time writing poems, and Graham Foust poems are the only reason I want to spend so much of my time trying to write like Graham Foust.

Friday, October 12, 2007

One of my very favorite poets in the world(and one of my very favorite po-people)(this is not hyperbole) will be reading this coming Monday at Wesleyan. 7 pm. I'm probably going to go to the Q/A session too. I have a heart sticker with a GF! next to it on my calendar. It is a sticker meant to remind me to give my dog heart medicine, but I used it for Graham's reading reminder. His reading will be like medicine for my dog. Also: If you don't go, maybe we can't be friends anymore.