Bits and Pieces

So, blogger.com had some problems yesterday they said in an e-mail to me. Don't know what's up with retrieving my posts.

Anyways, going to Oly today. Should put up some fliers about my Kenneth Patchen class. Need to call Matt says he has something important to tell me. Damn poets and their secrets. My friend Angela has a concert tonight (in the post that didn't go up yesterday I told about her great hugs). Jason Webely the next night. Haven't written a poem in a little while. Sorry I have to miss Alissa's b-day party because of work. Alissa if you're reading this you're a rockstar. I'll visit you and Elijah, and K(C)ora and Aaron and Nat(ur)e and Kimmy and Tak soon. Land of Poert here I come.

Some of the funny foreign people that come in to my work smell like dill.

Zine stuff getting there, Pan Notes will be done!

I do have a teensy crush on a girl named Erin but I have had extra weird relationships with girls named Erin. They tell me heart-driven stuff, pour their souls out to me, bring their big troubles to me. I let them talk, I toss in a bit of life-philosophy, they come to their conclusions. Them the protagonist trying to exit the maze, me the guide trying to offer a sage ear. This one seems like she has it figured out tho, even if she does insist on bad coffee.

Whew that Bob Dylan got caught in all kinds of mindtraps trying to make art post-fame. He's dynamic as a thinker but afraid of his own thoughts from what I can tell. We all are but there are only so many people you go out and say that about. Post-fear he still made Blood On the Tracks, Desire, and Time Out of Mind. Never underestimate great men, even after they seem down and out.

Well, gotta get a move on. There's a lot of life to live and tasty cereal waiting for my tummy.