Sunday, February 17, 2008

Within this structure you will find Bloomington's most underrated pizza.

The name of the store refers to what you find on CD's, which is what they sell.

This is a place where bagels are created and made available for purchase by the public.

This used to be a movie theater. It is now a place where noodles are sold and consumed.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

If I had even a quarter of a brain, I would have used my camera phone to take pictures of the Anne Waldman reading I went to last night. But I don't, so I didn't. Poems usually don't come across that well through the medium of still photography, but with A.W., they actually kind of do.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Like, oops. Apparently I'm not registered to vote. I thought I was automatically registered when I got my New York driver's license. Apparently not.

Friday, February 1, 2008

File this under "You Have Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me." Decline of literacy, anyone?
Whoa, whoa, KEXP Seattle. You just embarrassed yourself again. Bottomless Pit? Really? I don't understand. I really just don't understand.
Okay, okay, KEXP Seattle. Fine. You're playing some Secretly Canadian stuff, so thank you for that and try to keep up the good work.
In January I read 348 pages of literary fiction. A mean of 11.2 ppd (pages per day). My goal was a mean of 30 ppd. I came 18.8 ppd short of my goal. Pathetic. At this rate I'll get through about ten novels and/or short story collections this year. Pathetic. My goal for February is still 30 ppd, but my real goal is just to do better than last month. Which shouldn't be hard. Today I have 3 pages under my belt—the beginning of chapter 9 of Sister Carrie, which I read on the train. Three pages on the 3 train. And get this: I didn't even plan it that way. What's next, sliced bread?

Hey KEXP Seattle

If you're going to play "A Day in the Life", let's hear the final piano chord fade all the way out, rather than having it obnoxiously interrupted by the start of another song. OK? Can you do that? Is that so hard? Is that too much to ask? Do you think you can manage that? Maybe? Perhaps? Mayhaps? Do you know anything about music at all? Are you completely clueless about respecting the integrity of an artist's vision, or only partially so?