That's a photo of my new Bianchi San Jose. I just got back from my first ride around Uptown Oakland. I arrived back home with a tall Anchor and a tall Rouge Northwestern Beer. Now I'm going to watch the last 5 episodes of Bleak House.

Yesterday, after watching the 49ers win and then drinking leftover keg beers in a ghetto ass backyard in West Oakland, I headed to the City to hang out with a house full of hungover ass lesbians and 1 straight girl. We watched Scream, and Jeepers Creepers, and 16 Candles and the beginning of some movie staring Julianne Moore and Amanda Seyfried. I had no idea what was going on, from what I could surmise, Julianne Moore hired Amanda Seyfried to seduce her husband to see if he would cheat on her (who wouldn't with Amanda Seyfried though?), but then while Amanda Seyfried is seducing the husband, Julianne Moore realizes that she is in fact falling in love with Amanda Seyfried, but then Amanda Seyfried goes and spoils the whole thing by having sex with Julianne Moore and husband's son. I had to leave after that.

Today I drank Blue Bottle coffee from the Blue Bottle store for the first time, then walked around Hayes Valley for a bit. Then went and picked up Julia and Ashley and went for "breakfast" (it was 2:30pm) over at St. Frances. Inexplicably there was more than a lot of talk of placenta, Diva Cups (???), and last night's dreams, sheesh, girls right? I had the patty melt with mayo on the side.

RE: New Year's Eve, this is part of an email I wrote Orth and Otting:

"Morning Nathaniel, Steve,

...At this point it's around 11:38PM, I'm making my way across the courtyard, I stumble on a badly placed lounge chair, I pick up the lounge chair to move it to a less badly placed location so no one else might stumble, as I'm moving the chair I walk right into a small potted cactus plant dangling from a tree brach. I took the cactus to my mouth. It hurts. I reach up to my mouth with my fingers, touch my lips, and feels dozens of little cactus stingers sticking out of my lips. Fuck. It's almost midnight now and I need to find pretty-girl ___ so we can have a midnight kiss, but my mouth is full of cactus stingers. I grab my friend Brett, point at my mouth and beg for a helping hand, she laughs, says "oh shit Johnny," takes me aside into the light and very carefully, over about 5 minutes, goes about pulling and pinching all those goddamn cactus stingers out of my now puffy lips. It's kind of funny at this point, kind of. I make my way over to ___, light a couple sparklers, the whole courtyard on the countdown, happy new year, fun fun fun bright sparkly puffy lipped makeout to ring in 2012. Go 49ers."

another celebrity/ poet doppelganger thingy...

Mickey AVALON

and

Frank O'HARA

My friends say that I think I'm too cool for Santacon. Let it be known, I am too cool for Santacon.

Christmas came early today. Derek Fenner of Bootstrap Press very graciously sent over some swag: the brand new, very lime-colored Bootstrap EYEFORMATION STUDIO designed t-shirt and canvas tote bag. Also, the now out of print I'm pretty sure book of John Wieners ephemera A Book of Prophecies. And the coup de grace, the very limited edition A New Book From Rome by John Weiners, this thing is stunning, check the deets, "High quality sewn hardcover • Scarlet cloth • Gilt-stamped on upper board and spine • Printed on library-quality paper • Small Quarto (5 1/2 x 8 1/2 inches) • 160 Pages • Edition limited to 258 numbered copies • Three unpublished photographs of John Wieners • Includes ephemera"...

Heck yes right?

Oh and, while out Christmas shopping for my Mom today I found this awesome double VHS set of Hellraiser and Hellraiser II Hellbound for only $1. Forgone conclusion that I had to have it, so Merry Christmas Sakkis, more Hellraiser swag to add to your collection.

B. Brown/ J. Coletti 2011

a very long dream involving Anna Moschovakis, Rita Gonzalez, making Joseph Mosconi laugh, sculpture and a river.

Ended up on the 21st floor of the Sir Francis Drake Hotel at Harry Denton's Starlight Room Sunday night. Here's a photo I took of Union Square from the bar.

W. Herzog's Cave Of Forgotten Dreams was horrible.

Kevin Killian came up with a plan he hoped would help Dunagan and Downing reconcile over Thanksgiving dinner. Inspired by a pep talk he once heard Steve Orth give, Steve D. decided to continue his legacy. After overhearing a private conversation Micah Ballard was having, Sabrina Calle lit into her sister again about causing her recent problems. Downing hatched a scheme to show Dodie how "happy" he and Saidenberg were. Dodie tried to get out of spending the holiday with her family, knowing Downing and Saidenberg would be there, and she was furious when Kevin Killian demanded she reconcile with the couple. Susan showed up at dinner with Coletti, with whom Micah Ballard hoped to bury the hatchet. The rest of the family couldn't help notice rising tensions between Allyssa and Kenower, but Saidenberg and Dodie rekindled some loving feelings during a stolen moment alone.

My niece Marina is probably the most eccentric, hilarious, smart and fantastically weird little kid I've ever met. This is her Dear Santa letter...

"Dear Santa,

In this time of year, my family believes in
you and we all think you are a great person, going
off in the middle of the night and giving
presents to those who have been good. And, speaking of
that, would it be OK with you if I could have
a remote-controlled spy cam with a full-color
LCD video screen, a child-sized microscope, and
a NASA-Developed ant habitat, with delivered
ants? Thank you and Merry Christmas!

Love Marina,
P.S. If all of that is too expensive, just give me
the car. Thanks Santa!"