Tuesday

a new issue of neon is live today. really like neon – ed. krishan coupland has published work from a lot of people i think i could get along with in person. this issue includes howie good, paul mcdonald, ladee hubbard, dave migman, joseph quintela, jessica hollander, emily darrell, bryce doersam & me. read neon 22 here.

i found some pictures on my computer. i have no idea where they came from. here are some of them:









i wonder who the hell that family is - also wonder who dressed them...

new ebook @ pbp by some dude named socrates.

anastomoo is now taking handwritten subs. fun.

yeayea.

free denny's grand slam!

Monday

sorry colts fans.

drinking coffee from a styrofoam bowl. through a straw. a cocktail one.

yesterday - wandered through the self-help aisle @ barns & noble. felt the need to purchase/read/reread every self-help book in the store.

when i am reborn into this world, it will happen like this:



lookin’ forward to zg’s debut tomo.

in the inaugural issue of the moon milk review, which is live today - feel as tho the prose style of my story differs somewhat from much of my other stuff. fellow contributors include karen heuler, lisa marie basile, neila mezynski, terry sanville, and – my favorite hooiser - jason jordan. jason has also blessed all of us with a new issue of decomP - & with its eagerly awaited redesign. sweet.

watching twin peaks religiously. still. half-way through the second season. i want to say the nightmares aren’t bothering me, but the nightmares are bothering me. i think i should stop watching it at night in the dark with my laptop propped on my stomach with laura palmer staring deep into my spirit, disassembling my everything.

Friday

been on the internet. the internet has been boring. been sad about the internet. looking forward to the winter olympics starting. looking forward to all the online clips of figure skaters, skiers, snowboarders, etc. wiping out. i think it's all i can think about.

been reading caketrain #7:



i think i want to say it’s my favorite ever lit issue, one where i’ve liked almost everything in it. thanks for sending roxanne! darby larson has a few in there that were good. really liked alec niedenthal’s short. also really liked eugenia tsutsumi’s work – who i had never heard of before. overall, has some really good stuff. not a lot of that wishy-washy assleak from overrateds, blah.

been looking over nominations for the million writers award. there are “editor” nominations. Then – there are separate “reader” nominations. seems as tho a buncha people nominated themselves, which is dickless if you as me. you people – it’s not like you read someone’s story and thought, “wow, this is really good!” no – you wrote your own story and nominated it. your story. something you wrote. you nominated your own work. because you probably thought, “i’m just like don delillo!” i can see it. you are probably telling people in your office(s) you’ve been “nominated for the million writers award.” and this makes me laugh. because this bullshit. we’re drowning in your bullshit.

i’m going to nominate today’s post for the million writers award.

this weekend will be about alcohol.

Tuesday

poems @ waterlogged august.

pank 4 is ready to be ordered by you. i have words in it. so does everyone else – so get your copy.

It’s like an all-star Marti Gras parade on acid times 4. Seriously.”



last night i spent over two hours editing my shits & think i did a shitty job.

last night i dreamt a dream where i couldn't wake up.

mondays are hard.
februarys are hard.

i wish i was surrounded by cacti. and heat. and snakes. and scorpions. and. and.

and.

booked a plane ticket to LAX for april.

less than 24 hours later, received an email offering $50 off a(nother) NYC-LAX plane ticket. felt angry at the systems we have in place.

so. there are cavities around me. rotten ones.
to my right.
to my left.
and on top of me.
and in my mouth.
festering.

Monday

phm @ the dispatch litareview was kind enough to nominate my story "oikos" for the million writers award - sweet



not too long ago, phm made a video of himself “editing” this story

as you can see, he worked very hard and – thus – deserves some credit for making the story what it was

other nominees include amelia gray's "three little stories" & steve goerger's "mule factory"

big thanks to phm for the nod

Tuesday

everyone loves arts & crafts; i'm retarded





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my office finally updated its internet explorer. i feel like i have my life back now.
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started nick antosca's midnight panic. damn good. was reading on the subway to work and missed my stop. that good. i think i'm going to ride the subway around for a few hours later just reading and end up where i end up and that will be okay.
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feed on some TA. have had their new album on repeat the past two weeks. energy.

Monday

new stuff at killing the buddha – a pretty good place, run by folks in brooklyn – another pretty good place.

started season one of twin peaks (1990). was surprised by how much i enjoyed it. felt kind of stupid for taking so long to put it on my netflix queue. strange/sad/scary stuff. really eerie. pretty convinced the show’s creator, david lynch, is the man. mulholland drive is the only other piece of lynch’s work i had previously seen - another awesome flick.



i found a lynch interview on npr. he talks about how he uses transcendental meditation in his creative process. he also answers many caller-questions about his work and inspirations. it’s about thirty minutes. i found it really encouraging & recommend a listen to anyone who struggles getting their work/ideas/creations to 'work' from time to time – like me - like you - like everyone.

Saturday

ana c. is sick. she'll tell you the rain made her sick. but i know the truth: she was eating spiders (again). i watched her sticking them in her mouth. i heard her chewing. I heard her crunching. i told her to stop, but she wouldn't listen. she never listens when she's eating spiders.



now they're crawling around inside her stomach gumming and foaming and and yeasting and shitting and licking and laying eggs and things in the lining of her ribs and things.



email her. make her feel better. send her your poems about expiring. i did. help her kill the spiders inside her. we can save her.

Thursday

recapitulation (week of 1/11):

my poetry chap is on sale ($2) at mondo bummer books . so - basically - you can by this chapbook or a bottle of soda - which would be unhealthy and bad and fattening.

poems at asphodel madness

more poems at reynard seifert’s hahaclever.

dhhamn. checkout reynard and his ride:



dude writes things that stickout to me

like this

and his ebook “zzzombiezzz

bb & kb have a list of tips for writing in 2010 - some of which i liked & some of which i thought were bullshit, but whatever - i read them all and liked it.

new vampire wkend blowz. what do you think?

Sunday

herbal essence by adam moorad is now available from mondo bummer books

mondo bummer books is a new, "small press that publishes poetry and fiction in a disappointing way" run by amy berkowitz.

here is amy reading poetry/cuddling with a sock-puppet. she seems nice. so send her some of them writings you gots.



i feel happy. thanks amy!