On our way back from the reading, Chelsea and I stopped in at Subterranean for a beer. As we rounded the corner, I noticed a guy on his bike. I asked to take his picture, and he was really proud at the request. Chelsea asked if he was a member of The Rat Patrol, and…
I went with Chelsea to attend a reading by Li-Young Lee. I know his older stuff a bit better, but looked forward to hearing him read, old and new alike. Chelsea and I met up after work, around 5:15 PM. We walked a ways, and went into some fancified bar/restaurant place for a beer and…
Dammit. I always forget to write these things down. Yesterday, I had lunch with Ben and Justin and Mike. We went to that cab driver place (all the cabbies seem to gravitate there), and I’m blanking on the name. Indian food and good at that! It’s a mix of mild and spicy, which is surprising…
Lots to talk about, but not now. No shower, ten minutes before I need to be out the door and I haven’t had any coffee yet. The night involved poetry, pizza, some beers, a bar, and I met a really cool girl. Agh! So much I want to recount here, but every sentence I type…
Well, I went to bed early (too tired to stay up and work), deciding to wake up early to work instead. Amazingly, I plopped down on the bed and woke up (no alarm) at precisely 6 AM. Sometimes, I can automatically wake if I need to.
by Rainer Maria Rilke … describe your sorrows and desires, passing thoughts and the belief in some sort of beauty — describe all these with loving, quiet, humble sincerity, and use, to express yourself, the things in your environment, the images from your dreams, and the objects of your memory. If your daily life seems…
I’ve taken to bringing along Rilke’s "Letters to a Young Poet" with me, to read on the train to and from work. Part of me wonders at a time where such correspondence happened, and how unlikely and improbably such a thing seems today. Published letters from a decade or so ago seem feasible. But correspondence…
So today I purchased a membership to the Poetry Center of Chicago. Tomorrow, Chelsea and I are going to a reading by Li-Young Lee. This will be cool – a worthy thing to be a member of, and a lot of events I’m definitely going to be interested in. I’m thinking I might look for…
During work, about twice a day… I call home. I entered that Poet Laureate of Illinois contest a while ago, and gave out my home phone as the number to call (in the event they chose me as one of their recommended). I’m convinced I’m going to be one of the chosen, as stupid as…
Planned on getting some more headway on Stu’s site. But I came home, ate some lunch, turned on the television… and my ass had an impromptu reunion with the couch. Accidental napping. :|
I had one of those good, geeky computer moments. Things weren’t working out as I thought they should – I was baffled. Fix, test, no. Fix, test, no. And then, cue the lightbulb over my head. I realized there were some variables that I called into existence, only when scrolling the thumbnails. When a new…
I took off from work early, around 3 PM. I felt a bit guilty, mainly because I know Justin and Ben have worked super long hours for an extraordinary stretch of time about a year or so ago. I feel in some parts that I’m being too presumptuous; who am I to take off so…
Just woke up (technically, it’s nearing 6 AM on March 25th as I write this). Sorry I can’t update more. Back to work.
Had a late dinner and promptly zonked out on the couch. Sorry about the late update folks. Had an earlier crap night that made me pretty grouchy. No point in recounting the whole damn thing, only so much as to say that: it made no difference that I stayed late, waiting for info (that never…
by Charles Simic Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile and spit out the teeth.