Theory of the Walking Big Bang

Robert Krut's new chapbook is out and it has three different covers. I just ordered mine, but I'm not sure which one they'll send. I like the third option as well (devil at the pizza place) but
you gotta go to the AWP conference to get that one. The last time I went to AWP Kurt Cobain died. Anyway, these poems are great and the book is only six bucks and you can pay using Paypal. I love Paypal.

"Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence."

David Byrne

She was named for her father (and, no, I'm not a fan)

I'm not saying that Carolyn is hard to impress, but last night when I told her that Anne Rice was born Howard O'Brien she seemed interested for about ten seconds. Then she realized she had misheard me."Oh, I thought you said Ann Rule." Anne Rice, she sniffed, "is already weird."

Guess you gotta get up pretty early to shock ol' CTM.

Even the fact that there are 1,750 O's in a can of Spaghetti O's couldn't dazzle her. She just chose to not believe it.

Snake venom habituation in heroin (brown sugar) addiction: (report of two cases).

I love India and I love the internet. Click this, scroll down just a wee bit and see what you think...

This very short movie is really funny and stars the one and only Jen Kays!

Spicoli and me

Ever since I weaned myself off headphones (not easy, considering my forty five minute morning walk to work and my joint music/NPR addictions), I've relished long rides in the car. I can rock out to something scary that might not play well at home (say, Bobby Beausoleil's soundtrack to Lucifer Rising?) or listen to an extended spoken thing that requires more concentration and still-sitting than I can summon after a workday It's nice... So the idea of loud sounds sweetened the deal today when I considered whether or not to drive fifty minutes in each direction to Ft. Lewis to support Lt. Ehren Watada whose court marital commenced today. It was a last minute decision, sealed on the recumbent bicycle at the Y this a.m. as I read the New Yorker article about Putin's (suspected) assassination of that journalist who wrote about Chechnya. This woman continued speaking out despite constant death threats and the murder of a woman who looked remarkably like her outside her apartment when she was out of the country. Thinking of her and of Molly Ivins' final column in which she said "every single day, every single one of us needs to step outside and take some action to help stop this war," made me realize that if, as I was arguing last week to my Dad, I truly believe that public protest can I make a difference, then I have a moral obligation to get out and protest. So I did. It was good, a strong turn out. The quality of the speakers at these things seem to improve the worse things get. It probably helped to have a specific rallying point--Watada and other resisting soldiers. Sometimes, otherwise, the message can get pretty quickly diluted. Watada is facing years in the brig. Driving out there is a tiny gesture, but the sort of gesture I think we all need to be making right now.

Right?

Maybe?

I guess Sean Penn was there, but I didn't see him.

Oh yeah. On the way there I listened to Eckhart Tolle's "Findhorn Retreat." On the drive home it was Sun City Girl's "Carnival Folklore Resurrection." The Tacoma Dome looks even weirder than normal when your stereo sounds like the rabbit ears on your radiation cloud just brought proof deep space has already been colonized by the Vietnamese.

Peace.

Crank

Are any other of you Bloggers being harassed by Google to register with a Google account, to "Update" to "New" Blogger? I am and I'm annoyed.

I'm also annoyed that I've had nothing I've felt like blogging recently. I've been posting small things so people who make the effort to visit (thank you) don't get annoyed and stop peeking in. This has been unsatisfying to some people who have chosen to remain anonymous.

I am going the Dup route and no longer accepting anonymous comments. Maybe if I ever put poems up again I'll go back on a temporary basis to allowing them, but for now, nah.

Maybe it's because my wife is out of town and it's a boring Friday night but I'm in a cranky mood. On the bright side Killough sent me seven mix CD's he cooked up and they are awesome. Also, Sunday I get to go bowling for my sister's birthday. And today one of my clients expressed concern that the banks might not be open because it's Groundhog Day. What's not to love?

Now I will eat pistachios and watch "Little Dieter Needs to Fly."

Happy Birthday, Scooby!