had a great weekend except for that fight i got in at The Top (SF Underground) on Friday night...but i won! so, didn't damper my weekend all that much...

some dude hit on Cat right in front of me...i called him out...he walked up on me all hard...i told him to have some respect...he called me a douche bag...he threatened to head butt me...i laughed and called him a "little bitch" and said "try it..."...he tried it...i caught his forehead in the palm of my hand and threw him on the ground...i got up and took off my jacket (how cinematic)...he tried to come at me again...and then he was on the floor again...and then he got dragged out of the bar like a rag doll and that was that...

i don't fight very often...it takes a lot for me to get angry enough to fight...one way to do that is to talk shit to my brother...the other way is to disrespect my girlfriend...i don't know...i'm a really nice guy...

UPDATE: not a brag, i hate fighting, i do it rarely, so when i do it's kind of an event...hence the report...just walk away kids!

my throat is going to fall out? my left tonsil is the size of a very large testicle? can't swallow (haha). numbish on Ora Relief... doctor's tomorrow...

unless your name is Brandon Brown (because he's so cute) i'm issuing a moratorium on mentioning anything about word verification in your blog comments.

not to be all, 'rave culture was over in 94' dude...,' but word verification hijinks got played out in 2006...

sincerely,
John

Happy Purim!

going to Boris's tonight for a traditional Purim feast...Shoshi is cooking us all dinner, maybe Boris is cooking us dinner too? he cooked for Willie Nelson and Mario Batali last week...they loved him! and then he was in GQ a couple months ago for their "hot young restaurateur" feature, Purim! it's so fun being friends with "hot young restauranteurs"...and jews!

reading from the Megilla? most definitely!

here's what i won! BINGO!

i'd like to blog about yesterday but i'm really exhausted.

stuff happened that was fun:

Katy's BBQ in the Panhandle with the crew

Steve bartending at Thieves

the free beers

USA beats Venezuela in the WBC

soul night at Amber

eating soul food

playing bingo in a rowdy bar

winning bingo and then screaming across rowdy bar "BINGOOOOO!!!"

Phil the bartender and MC (donning bushy blond fake mustache) for the night saying "WE HAVE A BINGO...AND I KNOW THIS GUUUUUUY!!!"

Phil on the mic saying "and tell the bar what your name is..." "John..." "and tell the bar what your sign is..." "SAGITTARIUS!!!" and then the bar goes crazy whooping and clapping...

my bingo prize...a huge bag full of cocktail stuff like: magnum size bottle of (i forget) really really good vodka, set of hand painted glass palm tree wine glasses, mixer and some other things i forget

hamburgers and pizza and more free drinks from Amber bartender Marcus (finding out that winning at Bingo in a rowdy bar makes you really popular)

getting into a kicking fight with Cat on the walk home

other weekend highlights include:

watching 4 WBC baseball games in a row

Logan coming over and joining me 3 games in for Saturday afternoon libations

drinks with Brandon and Steve and Matthew and JP

heading to my brother's for more beers and company being joined by Jesse and Dempsey and Steve H. and Kazwell (in a fresh Panama WBC ballcap)

James's insane story about his weekend bike trip (coyotes! mud! rivers! ferry boats! wine! beaches! bails! sleeping bags! Golden Gate Bridge! hitchhiking! girls! the filth and the fury!)

Jesse recording the entire conversation...which might actually be a low light...we talked about very dude'y things...if my brother's house was The Real World we would have offended the entire world (or at least our parents and our significants)...and been voted off by our housemates...and Jesse was recording the whole thing, unbeknownst to us.

MUFON PHOTO ID (no girls!)

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.

WORLD BASEBALL CLASSIC BEGINS