Trying hard to get my brain back on: this is really the first morning I’ve gotten up and sat down at my computer first thing to work. Still getting my bearings in this space. The London tube map that was hanging up in my office, right over my desk, is now in here but not on the wall yet; it’s…
Alas, Billy.
I feel less bad about the blog than about my left-behind poetry swappers, who had their first post-Tim swap over the weekend but were nice enough to ask me for a poem and discussed it and then emailed me comments about it. I sent them pretty much the only thing I’ve written in the past month, which I’ve been thinking…
Many apologies to my blog and the faithful few who read it for my neglect over the past few weeks. It’s literally only today that I’ve chiseled something like a work space out of the stuff still unpacking itself in the study–this isn’t even a proper desk, really, but a dining room table that we thought might work better. It…
ChicagoPoetry tells me it’s a big night: I have to choose between Marvin Bell and the first-ever poetry reading by Billy Corgan. Um. Do I give up my rock-star parking space on the street?
Something has happened over the past few days which I did not think possible so soon: I am beginning to feel at home here. It certainly can’t hurt that most of the boxes are gone, furniture is more or less in its rightful place, and the air mattress on the floor has been swapped for a real one (still on…
It wasn’t until I went to Boston for college that I realized that TV “prime time” was an hour later everywhere else and why the “eleven o’clock news” never made any sense to me. Those decadent East and West Coasters–eating dinner at 7 instead of 6, staying up until 11:30 rather than 10:30. My Midwestern sensibilities were shocked to the…
My time zone has now been changed to: “America/Chicago.” Well. It was on “America/Los Angeles” before, which is hardly right either.
Oh, goodness. Should I change my time zone? I guess I have to accept the inevitable.
Though I am far away, I am glad that there is still an Oakland in which I am on the current reading shelf.