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Zzzzzzz
Yet another day of sleeping. Seriously – I was up and working a bit during the day. And then, ka-BLAMMO. I’m on the couch napping for a few hours.
All I Did (Again)
Slept. Gnashed on some day-old pizza. Curled up on the couch. Pretty much spent today trying out all the possible combinations.
Aftermath
9:47 PM
Roughly, I think I’ve been awake for 36 hours now. Amazingly, I’m tired, but still up and doing things. Sorta. Despite how exhausted I feel, there are still those various "second winds" and fleeting moments of coherence and clarity. But for a bit at work, I wasn’t sure where I was or what I was…
Nothing Says "Focus"
Like taking off your shoes, putting on a fresh pair of socks, and opening a Mountain Dew. :D
Sushi!
Had a ton of it tonight. Slipped out for dinner with Ben, Justin and Stu. While eating, we all realized how much we all friggin’ work. Stu was finishing up a marathon 36 hour session without sleep, and Ben and I were about to start our all-nighter. :unagi:
So Sleepy…
And it’s only 6:00 PM.
February in Sydney
by Yusef Komunyakaa Dexter Gordon’s tenor saxplays "April in Paris"inside my head all the way backon the bus from Double Bay.Round Midnight, the ’50’s,cool cobblestone streetsresound footsteps of Bebopmusicians with whiskey-laced voicesfrom a boundless dream in French.Bud, Prez, Webster, & The Hawk,their names run together riffs.Painful gods jive talk throughbloodstained reeds & shiny brasswhere music…
The Next Poem…
… is one that ranks among my favorites. It’s by Yusef Komunyakaa and, while a student at Ohio State University, one of the poems I had to memorize for a graduate-level poetry class with Jeredith Merrin.
Reply!
Kelly wrote back! I ran into her when our big group stumbled into Exit, a few weeks back. I’m actually looking forward to meeting up with her again (this time, LESS booze) and chatting with her some more. She was nice enough to let me take her picture, and she had some pretty killer tats….
Afterparty
I slipped back to work with Chelsea, and gathered my things. We then walked to my car, drove to my neighborhood, and decided to stop in at the Artful Dodger. Lo and behold, Steph, Liz and Mandy (Steph’s sister) were all there. We sat down, had a few beers, and got caught up on things….
Yusef Komunyakaa
Great reading. :) Chels and I stopped in a nearby pub and got fish and chips, beer. A quick in and out operation, as we only had about 45 minutes to eat and get going. At the poetry center, the Yusef Komunyakaa reading was really good (it took me a while to really get into…
Sleepy Work Day
I had a terrible morning, the kind where every limb feels attached to a five-pound weight, and closing your eyes provides a momentary relief, despite the fact that you’re sitting upright in an uncomfortable chair. Over the course of the day, though, I got a bit more awake, thanks to caffeine a bit of forced…
Doh
Just realized I had saved these entries as 05/15/2003. See what I mean about my whole time perception thing getting all fuzzy?