went home to Concord last night...visit my parents eat some food.

slept well under a heated blanket full of my mom's lamb, bbq'd eggplant, Greek potatoes, corn, Greek salad and spanakopita...yogurt for desert.

finished Stephen King's IT yesterday afternoon...a really big disappointment...and by big i mean 1,091 page disappointment...just wasn't scary at all...like the movie, Pennywise as GIANT SPIDER is about as anti climactic as you can get...i liked the dead-lights in the macrouniverse stuff a lot...with King had done more with that...but what i really wanted, and kept waiting for...was a history of Bob Gray/ Pennywise The Dancing Clown...i was super interested in that story, and with more than 1000 pages to tell it i though for sure King would get to it...seemed like he HAD to get to it...seemed integral to the story, still does...damnit...i want more Bob Gray...and then the weird pre-pubescent gangbang scene where an 11 year old Bev Marsh takes on all of the guys (11 year olds) in a sewer pipe under The Barrons was just weird...

and now i'm moving onto the Bitches Of All Seasons (BOAS) anthology...bought this in 2002? i'm thinking maybe it would be good create new rule for the order...maybe read 5 books of poetry for every book of prose...not counting the bathroom reading which is mostly going to be giant books of poetry that i otherwise don't really want to read but know are good for me, e.g. The Maximus Poems, The Cantos, The New American Poetry, Post Modern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology, anthologies in general et. al...and then graphic novels reserved for savory on-the-pot-weekend reading...

going to work the Northern California Independent Booksellers Association (NCIBA) trade show on Saturday...come by the SPD booth and flirt with me...

C. took her NCIBQ exam...not to be confused with the NCIBA trade show...so yeah, she's done, and now she's making lists of things she wants to do with her free time/life, which strikes me as a totally female thing to do, in a good way...i don't know, all the girls i've ever known (absolutism!) have been obsessive list makers...it's cute, or attractive or something...and now that C. some post-exam relief she's all over it...she's also making lists of things for me and her to do together...ruh rorh...i kid.

you ever heard of that band Zola Jesus? lo-fi Goth music...i love it...here, enjoy...



(never mind the dumb video)

had a nice Sunday with C. watching the 99ers game drinking beers under a blanket...then we watched another game and drank more beers...then we ate cold left over pizza and had some more beers...then we went to The Page and had more beers...then we went to KK Cafe and ordered bacon cheeseburgers w/ grilled onions and the works...then we went home and ate burgers and watched the end of Sin City...then madeout some and then went to bed.

had a nice Sunday the Sunday before last...watched the 99ers lose to the Vikings...then got a text from Micah saying they were at Black Magic Voodoo Lounge...never heard of it so i yelped it...apparently it's the place to go if you're Creole or Cajun or like the Stealers or are just from Louisiana...an ex-pat bar that Micah and THBX go to every Sunday to watch their/her beloved football club...decided it was a nice enough day to skate all the to Lombard and Van Ness...that's really far from the Lower Haight...but it really was beautiful out...so, 45 minutes later i'm there...and i think i spot Andrew Kenower...but i didn't know he was a Stealers fan...and if it wasn't Kenower then it was his straight up doppel-whatwhat...i didn't say hi...Stealers won...me and Micah and THBX decide to walk back to the hood...but me and Micah end up taking turns on my board block to block all the way up Van Ness...Micah was kind of perked but was busting shit all over the place...i was mostly trying to manual a city block. that was really fun...and then to Toronado for after games/ walk/ skate-sesh beers...and then to my brother's stoop for stoop BBQ, holy shit this was a really fun Sunday huh? and then lot's of meat and beers and visiting...and then Lauren came by...and then C. came by looking at cute and stuff...and by now it's full on foggy SF Indian Summer freezing...so me and C. bounce back to my place and ORTH is up listening to records so we do that for a while and then hit the hay...and then i wake up in the middle of the night with huge stomach pangs...crippling stomach pangs...i'm keeled over barfing...so, food poisoning, boo...it was either the chicken, the sausage, the lamb or the cheeseburgers that did it...i'm going with the chicken. i always blame it on the chicken...

and then last Saturday was great...cleaned house while C. was taking her NCIBQ (remember?), worked on poems for a new project, was really happy with the work, met up with Matthew at Delirium and then blah blah...came home and made a video of myself reading a Rodney Koeneke poem over and over again but i got cold feet after sending Rodney the link and deleted it...

in the meantime...going to be reading some Agrafiotis translations at David Buuck's house for the Area Sneaks release party...it'll be good to see Joseph Mosconi...haven't seen dude since we were bunk mates on Paros a couple years back...and then Neil Morgan's solo record release party is going on at Blue Six Gallery on the 22nd...and then a bunch of great stuff that i'll be at at SPT...and then me and L. Boldt might be heading down to LA late November to read at the Poetic Research Bureau (PRB), a fun road trip...