this whole Flarf vs. Conceptual thing is just precious...in a Creative Writing adjunct says "i don't know, i think this line is a bit precious..." kind of way

Demosthenes's Maribor is done

Logan and Cat and Sondra and James and Steve and Justin and Pat are coming over for the Super Bowl

i don't know who's in the Super Bowl

Brent and Clay flew to Utah this morning

i'm currently watching Entourage Season 3 and The West Wing Season 1 and Battlestar Galactica Season 4

and Six Feet Under Season 2 with Cat and Battlestar Galactica Season 3 with my brother

i'm currently reading The New American Poetry anthology and the Feb/Mar issue of BookForum and The Poetry Project Newletter #218 in the bathroom

i'm currently reading Kerouac's On The Road and Johnson's The Lives Of The Poet's in my car

i'm currently reading Gaiman's The Kindly Ones in bed

Mission Hill Saloon is the new Sadie's

i'm looking forward to the AV night at Poet's Theater this Friday

and then maybe going to the Giants Fan Fest event at the ballpark on Saturday

or maybe going to the Boykoff/ Sand talk about Landscapes of Dissent

people want to watch The OC with me and i'm somewhat resistant, it sounds like a drunk "hell yeah, and we can all dress up and and and..." and a sober "uh, i think i'm busy tonight...maybe next week?"

David Brazil said "you pulled a 'Sakkis,' you know, ditch the reading and head straight to the bar..."

this is not the reputation i want?

poet's think Cat is hella fine, natch

i still call Mission Hill Saloon, "Sadie's"

besides, MHS is in Potrero Hill, which is kind of insulting to PH no?

but i get to see Caesar every Friday

he says "it's 'Say-Sar,' not 'See-Zer' like the fucking salad"

oh Caesar, you lovable greaser you

Kissing Booth Taxt Benefit was fun, i tried to kiss Suzanne Stein without a ticket and she walked away

people seemed to like to my piece 'post-bulletin,' i think the piece worked really well as a slide projection, and then i read proxy for Eleni Stecopoulos

i started a press, it's called BOTH BOTH Editions

i'll publish a couple perfect bound books a year with distribution through SPD

the first book will be Logan Ryan Smith's Humans & Horses

much more news on the press to come

i was invited to read at Books & Bookshelves in Feb with Cynthia Sailers, but then there hasn't been any follow up, so i don't think that's happening

i'm going to talk about translation at SFSU for Gevirtz's Craft Of Translation class

this will be my 4th University "talk" in so many months

maybe i'm starting to get the hang of it, and they pay

went to see Josh play with his band The Moonlight at Bottom Of The Hill on Sunday

they were good, he took off his pants

my brother is trying to convince me to go to the Matt & Kim show next Monday "in the hood" at Cafe Du Nord

i say Cafe Du Nord def ain't in the hood

he says "yeah huh..."

midway through the crosswalk Cat pulled me back to the bar so she could dance with me to Beyonce's Single Ladies (a song i love)

i need to get out of here, i have a lot of vacation time coming, anybody want to offer me a reading? Portland, LA, NYC, fuck, SF???

i've been eating too much rotisserie chicken lately

i want to get back to whiskey and vodka sodas

and running

the Bay Guardian has been doing a great job reviewing new poetry books lately thanks to Johnny Ray Houston

i've been eating smelly Italian salami all week, i think it's bad, i'm surprised i'm not sick, i've been drowning it with Jack Daniel's mustard, but the economy, yeah, the economy necessitates

i watched Romper Stomper the other night...i really like the skin-punk songs in it, does this make me a bad person? more to the point, i could care less about lyrics, it's all about the beat baby

"Pulling on the boots and tightening up the laces Shaving their heads and strapping on the braces
There you have a skinhead, looking for a fight Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night"

i had a dream that a Lower Haight thug walked up to me and Cat at a party and gestured to me and said to Cat "lick him..."...i got up and beat the hell out of him

i had a dream that Kevin Killian was sick, i woke up sobbing

i had a dream that i was skateboarding at the Oakland Greek Church, i was helping Father Tom take down the icons above the alter

i was popping sloppy kickflips right and left

Jon bailed on his bike again, broke the front fork

i went to Safeway on Sunday, all i bought was cheese and coffee

Magie is visiting SF this week, really excited about that

just read a Yahoo headline "boys with unpopular names more likely to break the law"

i'm glad i don't go by Constantine

found this today on a blog called Real Star:

"(1) the use of the slash in this poem seemed to create ambiguity between the poet’s and the computer programmer’s use of the mark; it evokes computer language, the atmosphere of an internet address, but also poetic language (a line break); punctuation but also a piece of scenery or a trapping; it tilts the reader of a zine into his experience of being a reader of computer screens; it also lends rythmic direction to the lines:

study
/payments/
making the rounds
they require
declarations/ and
inclinations
in fixed/ temporal
openings.

~Demosthenes Agrafiotis (Trans. John and Angelos Sakkis)."

i went fruit shopping last night, i bought 24 Fuji apples and a bunch of figs for 16.00, corner of Divis and Page...mean Koreans, nice prices

Agrafiotis's Now 1/3 is done, anybody want to publish it?

yes Logan, my brother blogs more than me these days