i feel like i'm really enjoying punk rock right now, am i too old to punk rock?

almost done with On The Road, most of it is pretty hokey, but i also hated The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin, Mad Max is pretty good though, i don't know, road epics...

the entry on Richard Savage in Johnson's The Lives Of The Poets as great lunch time gossip.

tonight there's another artwalk on Divis.

last night my brother wanted me to come to Bean Bag but i've been sober all week.

i watched a couple episodes of Firefly instead.

Firefly is somewhat passable in a "this reminds me of Buffy The Vampire Slayer...why was Buffy The Vampire Slayer so popular again?" kind of way...but i'm only on episode 3.

but i think there's only 1 season and a movie.

received my contributor's copy of Try in the mail yesterday, i like it when me and Brandon and Bernheimer and Shufran and Samantha G. and Erika Lewis end up in a magazine together

tried to go to Brandon's reading at Canessa the other night, filled a flask full of Jameson, hopped in the car with Cat, smoked a cigarette in front of the gallery, heard Boldt say "there's always good food here...," got kind of confused by the comment, gave her a fowl look, felt bad about the sour-face, started to feel woozy, started to rain on my head, looked at Cat and said "i think i'm going to be sick...can we go?" Cat said "yes of course...," walked away and said to Alli "tell Brandon i feel sick?," Alli grunted nodded "okay...," walked past Buuck and said "what up...," went home and ate ice cream and watched Six Feet Under with Cat until i felt better...

joined MUFON, i'm applying for the apprentice field researcher position, the closest local chapter is in Santa Rosa i think.

read a lot about British pulp zines, pornographic literature, female kickboxers, Zeta Magazine, Elvis, Dr. Kinsey, The Exorcist, the complicated history of The Wicker Man, Harvey Pekar, hippie 60's era Christian halfway houses, underground UK music magazines, Hardcore punk rock, my Pappou, Kindle and sleep deprivation hallucinations...

got a big promotion at work, now i have my own office.

bought 3 mylar sleeves worth of Garbage Pail Kids for 2 bucks.

ate another KK Cafe bacon cheeseburger with the works.

the new blog photo is some graffiti i found on a rock in Port Costa, it reads "exo-skeleton"

planning a "house crawl" tomorrow night with Brandon and Steve and Matthew (no girls!), start at Brandon's then head to Matthew's then head to a bar then head to my place then head to Steve's...that takes us from Outer Mission (ish) to Mission proper to the Lower Haight to the Tenderloin...

me and Angelos's translation of Demosthenes Agrafiotis's Maribor has been accepted for publication at The Post-Apollo Press.

it's my friend Lauren's 21st birthday tonight, we're going to Kilowatt to celebrate.

Caitlin made a great post about torsos.

Twitter still confuses me, it makes me want to shoot my generation in the adam's apple.

my social networking days are over, i'll keep my Myspace but won't pay attention to my Facebook. i guess i'm just really really 29 years old.

next Wednesday going to talk at Gevirtz's Craft Of Translation class at SFSU.

as soon as i'm done with On The Road i'll start The Complete Sonnets of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

the flowers that Cat bought me when i got the promotion are now dying.