Kent is in town this week on business, and Stu arrived today (he’s shooting the upcoming Third Coast Festival). Tomorrow, I believe that Alex arrives as well. It’s like a mini-reunion! Tonight, we hung out at Justin’s for a bit, sipping on Margaritas. Then, we headed out to Rodan for a late dinner. Lots of appetizers, and quite good food…
I got a nice gift from Justin’s folks. These little guys have buttons on the back, that allow you to control whether the hands make a rock, paper, or scissors. Sweet! We used to play this game, a long while back, as a means to determine who got to do some boring/basic data entry. Thankfully, that task no longer exists…
Almost everyone (me included) went way too high. I was convinced my bag was as big as Matt’s pillowcase, and got my hopes up a little bit. Still – the amount was a good chunk of change, and more than I realized I had in just change. I ended up buying a new LaCie portable drive earlier in the day,…
Brought in my big bag of coins today, for yet another fun-filled coin-guessing game. For those unfamiliar with this game, here’s some backstory: 1) The first ever coin-guessing game. 2) Matt’s Bag-O-Money Challenge 3) Justin’s Quarterless Bag of Money 4) Mike’s Water Cooler Jug 5) Matt’s Bog-O-Money Challenge 2 6) A Smiley-Face Full of Coins The story behind my coins?…
Four windows.
by David Citino Even before my first baby clothes,it was measured to fit my adult limbs alone,a serious suit, pressed in frontbut wrinkled where I’ll come to lie. The shoes already are laid out, shinedbright enough to return the degreeof wonder and grief to each who’ll come near,soles to stay unmarked because all the way I’ll be given a ride….
by David Citino I walk out into dark that feelssacred, even though it’s Ohio,it’s now. Orion strides above, shattered ice strewn acrossthe vast black, a hint of azure.The year’s last crickets are singing their hearts out,slower than yesterday.They know the north wind is serious about staying.Shivers in the trees, a stirringof birds. The crickets chant their names until my presencequiets…
by David Citino When the female dies,the father of her offspringchanges sex and mateswith the nearest male. Some grief sweeps us away.We struggle back intoa strange new ocean,magic with what we’ve lost.
A few of my friends, Aimee and Jesseca, both have poems by David on their sites. Matt sent me a link to The Last Cricket in Ohio Sings a Song of Wilderness earlier today, and that one really took my breath away. And earlier tonight, I was looking through one of David’s books, and came across Clownfish, which is the…
Met up with Karen (who is the concierge at the Merchandise Mart), and the two of us walked over to the Art Institute and met up with Will. Before the reading, I ended up purchasing a copy of Billy Collins’ newest book, The Trouble With Poetry and Other Poems. I guess it’s due out tomorrow, but there were copies available…
I learned from my friend Aimee that David Citino passed away, earlier this morning. David was a professor of mine, back when I was a graduate student at the OSU MFA program. In many ways, David shaped how I viewed poems then… how I view them still. In class, he would often make us do in-class writing exercises: ten minutes…
I’ve been checking almost daily, and I noticed a few days ago that Satan’s Laundromat did an update! It seems like forever and a day since I’ve seen new photos there – go check ’em out!
I mentioned that my apartment was, like, undergraduate messy, right? Spent a good part of today doing laundry and working on getting the place into shape. Lots of mopping and dusting and whatnot. Sorry for the lack of pics (or anything really interesting here). I’ve still got the photos from Columbus to post up, and there should be a few…
Well… I putzed around a lot, and thought about cleaning for most of the day. Then, I actually cleaned some. Little to report. Slow news day – sorry.