Bitchy Little Prologue

Hey

Someone — not me — lost the mesh filter on my 3-cup bodum french press, and the fuggin manufacturer and two stores here won’t replace it. This is the ultimate thing to complain about on one’s blog.

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Whatever times four hundred thousand.

This weekend I’m going to

and I urge you to go to

Will Eno’s Tragedy: a tragedy at the Berkeley Rep. They posted an interview with him that’s great. [blink] then P. fwded me Eno’s book recommendations from Post Road that are great [blonk]

This sent me scurrying to ABEbooks.com where I bought $1.00 copies of Barry Hannah’s Captain Maximus, Lish’s Epigraph, and The High Traverse by Richard Blanchard. Maybe I will post 8,000 word poem-responses to each page of each novel over the course of the next eighteen years. After I quit my job and start eating an eighth of mushrooms every sabbath morning, naked in a rented rural one-room internet cabin, etc.

Occluded personal remembrance here

Dietary HTML supplement here

I move at the end of the month. I might try to build a replacement mesh bodum three cup french press filter out of an old screen door or something.

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One thought on “Bitchy Little Prologue

  1. Mistina

    I don’t know who you are. I don’t know anything about you… but now I love you. Okay, maybe not LOVE. But it is an intense liking that I feel for your writing. Carry on.

    Reply

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