woh i need to get some wifi at my house. i wrote a poem about the end of summer yesterday and it was pretty good, something about the good kind of exhaustion and sort of patting myself on the back for getting by this summer. i lost it. shit.
golly, do i have anything to say? that it is nice to have a day off in which to get work done and get to know a dog. that i am excited to see you all at Henry's Tavern on tuesday for the Pick Your Poison show. I just googled "Pick Your Poison" and I don't see any books or movies or albums with that title, which is odd. I haven't had a memorable dream in weeks. Last night, I went to the Big Lebowski at the lake and ate fries and saw a burlesque show and drank a beer and heard my friend Dan read Kenneth Koch's "Some General Instructions," and this was all in about an hour. i found out a geographically big secret this week. i like my job and not very many other people like theirs.
this is a digital story my dad made about raising his kids: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXwA3uEj2e0.
show tuesday, new wwd print edition this week, all hail j.r. bob dobbs.
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