Another month gone, another check to see how I've stacked up against those resolutions. While it may not be interesting for you, it's a good way for me to keep myself accountable. Onward: 1. Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. Yes, still maintaining here. We have a date night every Friday night while Donna's working, which I… Continue reading 2 month check up
Happy Friday! This has been a difficult week for me at work, so I'm happy to see the weekend is here. Also, it's rainy and nearing 60 degrees today, which makes the everything smell like spring. So in celebration of the approaching spring, let us commence with the birding: 1. I want to build these… Continue reading friday goodness: the bird edition
Shortly after I watched Clean House: Messiest Home in America, Donna and I decided to start spring cleaning. We're taking a room each week and really, really cleaning: emptying cabinets, wiping down walls, organizing for a yard sale. In the process, I found a Polaroid camera I bought on ebay a few years ago for… Continue reading silvershade
These are some things that have happened lately:
Today Patrick Rosal posted the following open invitation as a Facebook status: to transcribe by hand your favorite poem, take pic, post to fb and tag me. Because he is smart and invariably has something interesting to say/teach us, I decided to try this. Of course, I take issue with the "your favorite poem" part;… Continue reading making a fire in my hands.
I watched the Grammys on Sunday night, and while I do not intend to offer any sort of in-depth critique or analysis of what I saw, I will tell you that I enjoyed pretty much all of it. It was entertaining, if nothing else. I thought Muse was spectacular, I squealed with joy when Cee… Continue reading post-grammys; post-racial. right?
Received the following email from a non-poet friend: Most romantic, seksi or loving poem ever? Need answers for someone planning an over the top love exclamation! My response: Enjoy your day of love, kids. Use Neruda responsibly.
This doesn't seem like such an absurd thing to say. But somehow, in poetry, it is. There seems to be (among the poets / readers / hosts of readings that I know) a perception that to ask for a reading is somehow déclassé, a little too brash. I confess to having been guilty of it… Continue reading i would like to read to you.
I found out some startling news yesterday about someone I knew 20 years ago. It's startling enough that it has occupied my mind for 24+ hours, even taking up space in my dreams. I don't know how to talk about it. I don't think it's my right to talk about it. But mostly I don't… Continue reading is that all there is
a very, very simple Friday Goodness for you: this makes me feel like a kid again.