I'm not a gear-head I just floss a lot...

$11 Walgreen's Frank Gore t-shirt, pre dropping the girls off at the airport purchase...

Hello Law And Order SVU, Hello Peacock Lounge, Hello did you know that Shel Silverstein wrote "A Boy Named Sue," Hello first storm of the season.

Who Dat Sunnylyn Thibodeaux!

What's the word, Avery Burns?

Ahoy, Erica Lewis, how you feelin'?

Oh hey, 'sup Julien Poirier...?

oh hey look, this guy is blogging exactly like me...

sort of like when someone on that same site started doing "Literary Doppelgangers"...

I don't care about the weather.

Men are not The Problem.

When it comes to getting naked, always let the girl set the pace.

Here is a list of the 3 non-awkward poets I know:
1. John Sakkis
2. Susan Gevirtz
3. John Coletti

Last night, after downing a double Dickel and pickle juice, ORTH...

Alice Notley is such a fucking shaman.

People who over use the word "problematic"...

If you ever find yourself at a Pupuseria with a pretty girl, order the pupusas.

And here are some photos from last weekend.

And here are two photos of me jubilant in front of Kazwell's giant pull down movie screen right after the 49ers beat the Saints in the last 13 seconds of the game. I wept a little then called my Dad. I mean, you're a cold and prickly person if you didn't find yourself getting a little weepy watching Vernon Davis make that cinematic, once in a generation game winning Catch, and then run over to the sidelines in little boy tears looking for head coach Jim Harbaugh where they man-bear hug embrace as the crowd goes absolutely bananas. I mean Jesus, have you seen the video, you should watch it if you haven't, here, I'm posting it below, watch it and weep...amazing.

Hey look, here's an old photo of me from high school. I think this was Junior Year, so 1997? I'm not posing, I was having a terrible day...Billy (photographer) snuck up on me (he thought fightin'-Johnny-face was hilarious), stuck his camera in my grill and took the photo, then ran away for his life...


Plus, check out that sweet sweet Harry Osborne hair (+ chin strap beard!)...

Plans For The Day:

1. 49ers
2. Early afternoon beers
3. Listen to 4 Soundgarden albums in a row
4. Eat a cheeseburger
5. 200 crunches

"I'm lookin' Californi-aaaaaaaa/ And feelin' Minnesot-aaaaaa/ Oh GHYEAAAAAA!"
—Soundgardern

Oh and hey, check out new Books Read 2011 postings from

Jason Morris

Sam Lohmann

Zack Haber

Nicholas James Whittington

Christa is probably the worst name ever invented right?


I keep buying Creme Brulee coffee creamer thinking it's NOT going to taste like Gak (TM) this time around. 


My friends are putting on a comedy about people who says things like "...Imperial Capitalist American Society and its inherent white supremacy, patriarchy and heteronormativity..."...this Sunday at CounterPULSE.


I can't tell if I have gas or my liver is slowly exploding. 


My dear Mom keeps calling me from Coscto asking if I want any fried chicken.


Can't believe there's not a Tumbler called "Hipster Girls Reading Joan Dideon"...


Last night I dreamt I was in Brooklyn, the only thing I packed were cadet caps and Forest Green turtle necks. 


I can't believe we go to work everyday. 

Check out the new hammers over at Books Read 2011 blog...

Micah Ballard

John Bloomberg-Rissman

Patrick James Dunagan

Amy Berkowitz

Christie Ann Reynolds

Brian Ang

Nathaniel Otting

(if you'd like to contribute hit me up at john.sakkis@gmail.com)

Hello people who read this blog, the new issue of BOTH BOTH is printed, collated and ready for love. This issue features two of my favorite poets, the bright and shinning star that is Rodney Koeneke paired and complimented by the enigmatic true Berkeley-blood wonder child Julien Poirier.

You know the deal, limited copies, no reprints, always free. So if you'd like a copy shoot me an email at john.sakkis@gmail.com, I'll be more than happy to send one along.

Currently listening to Nirvana Unplugged, contemplating white wine and John Schlesinger's Marathon Man. Salud!

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."