There’s a crapton of things going on, on the work front. Lately, we’ve tried to set Friday delivery dates for projects, but have left options open so that we can deliver things the following Monday, if timing gets tight. What sucks is that lately, we’ve been doing the Monday deliveries. It helps some, but really…
by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound…
I’ve made the trek from Danny’s back home so many times now, it’s old hat. The path back is down a bunch of neighborhood streets that are lit, but only dimly so. The streets are all off the main roads, and I’ll usually see one or two cars actually drive by. It’s a solitary walk,…
Headed over to Danny’s tonight, to listen to Leslie spin a bit with her coworkers. It’s a slow night there on Sundays, but I must say that I do prefer it there when it’s very low-key. Not a lot of bodies to slide through to get to the bar, and it’s just more comfortable there…
I got a very little little bit of writing in tonight. Some scratches mostly, but I think this one’s worth pursuing. First time in a long time.
Shaddap you. I don’t even want to hear it.
Wasted today like a professional. That kinetic crap will have to wait until tomorrow.
by John Brehm I can’t keep my eyes off the poet’swife’s legs—they’re so much morebeautiful than anything he mightbe saying, though I’m no longerin a position really to judge,having stopped listening some time ago.He’s from the Iowa Writers Workshopand can therefore get along finewithout my attention. He started inreading poems about his childhood—barns, cornsnakes, gradeschool,…
Matt hooked me up last night, mentioning a poet that he thought I woudl dig: John Brehm. I was a bit skeptical at some of the titles at first, but there was one poem that I really got into (below). One of the first poems I read was called “The Poems I Have Not Written,”…
04/26/2005
From: c.d.To: FelixSubject: City of Destiny Hey Felix – The source of the “chicago is for loners” stickers is this blog (among other things – its a long story): cityofdestiny.blogspot.com enjoy. -c.d. —–——–
I met up with Justin two days back for lunch, and we met up again today (so I could get his keys). I’m watching Nebula for a brief bit of time again, as Justin is headed out to the West Coast for about 3 weeks of well-deserved vacation. Actually, I’m not watching her the whole…
Had a great phone conversation with my friend Juliet tonight. We traded stories about how the past few days (my work stuff, her spyware problems). She’s getting a new, fancy computer – which I think will be great (based on the specs I heard, I think her machine kicks the crap outta mine). We talked…