Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Older ladies love me...

because I (apparently) am the only person in the building acquainted with the dishwasher in the breakroom and I am not afraid to use it. Also because their spouses seem to be, shall we say, lacking in that area?

"You need to come home and show my husband how to use that thing." (That's a direct quote btw.)

Aw, honey, my mad cleaning skillz don't stop in the breakroom. And I do windows....

Just asking for it.

If you've something to get off your chest, O Lurkers, just come right on out with it. You're not likely to hurt my feelers as much as you think, unless that's your intention, in which case I'll probably laugh at you. I'm not likely to respond (or at least not in the manner to which you are accustomed from your humble narrator) -- but as I said, better out than in.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Found Notes (mine)

"I wish I could stop meeting people I already know." (December 12, 2002)

"Why can’t you be normal? No, not normal. I mean happy. Not that there’s anything wrong with being unhappy. Just not all the time. You know, like normal people?" (August 2005)

"People are better than coming.
They last longer." (June 2005)

"A pair of vultures hanging like wet rags" (December 25, 2002)

The
Word
was God
then He made
all the editors
such as the lungs, tongue, teeth, lips, eyes
(April 18, 2006)

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

I'm a stalker?

I don't know. If info (including pix) on someone is publicly available online, and it only takes a couple of clicks to get to it, is that really stalking? I always thought stalking involved staking out someone's house and watching them though binoculars, or waiting till they're distracted and stealing underwear from their laundromat dryer, then pasting it lovingly into a scrapbook next to some saved hair, newspaper clippings, and their movie ticket stub you dug out of the trash.

I guess I'm old school about it. Not that I have a scrapbook or anything.
Oh well. Color me creepy.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Zen and the Art of Lawn Care

Tonight, I mow. I have a fairly sizable yard these days and it's lumpy as hell, but I also have a kick-ass mower that is now not too stuttery, so it won't be too bad. A friend (actually the guy I tutor) helped me get it up to speed. It had been left outside all winter -- not a huge problem. Actually it was partially covered, and I've used older, less-well-maintained mowers that had been left almost entirely to the elements. But upon inspection this spring, I noticed that it had no oil cap. Oh. That's not good. But new oil, new gas, and a bit of Stone Temple Pilot gas treatment and it seems to be none the worse for wear. Go Briggs & Stratton!

I'm debating taking a li'l trip with my violinist lady friend to San Francisco in July. It will be hard on the heels of radio theatre camp, and my finances, while mostly fluid these days, are still in recovery -- so I'm a little up in the air about it, for some reason. I should just buy a ticket and take a ride; I know it'll be a blast, she's really fun, and I don't know when the opportunity will come again. Plus, I decided not to go to Europe these past few months to see my au pair friend (and oh yeah, my sister) due to extremely tight finances and general (somewhat irrational, somewhat justified) uneasiness with oveseas travel, but she's now coming back (friend not sister), so it's not even an issue. More ruminating.

I am definitely moving in with Mr. Man in August (I think I mentioned that already) mostly in order to kick my credit card debt in the balls, get my own credit rating back up to something respectable, pay off my truck and some friends/family to whom I owe money, and then buy a house in a year or two. Probably. Or sell everything I own, buy an RV, and wander the earth like motherfucking Cain from Kung Fu. Buy! Buy! Sell! Sell! I'm also reconsidering an MFA in whatever writing program in whatever state will have me. Probably the house thing, though, but you never know. By then I'll likely know where: in B-ton, near town, out of state, out of US, other, &tc. Depending on how things fall at work, I could wind up anywhere. I'm highly unmotivated to make long-range plans at the moment, thanks. A few months ahead at a time is just fine by me.

Refi on the house is not going well. bleah. I really hope she can make it work. It's weird but I think I'd actually feel doubly defeated if she has to sell. But only for a short time. The lesson I take from this is not to let material possessions dictate my path, which is why I want to get out from under as much of my debt as possible, stay in town and drive less, and continue working my various nets of peeps. The money, obviously, is never enough and it never lasts. Neither do people, but I think I get more out of them in the long run. Don't you? Hope it's mutual.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Dark clouds, then it rains, then it stops. Repeat.

Bad mojo at work. Could be real bad.

My ex continues attempts to refinance. One lender has denied her credit (that I know of; unfortunately, I have to request progress updates now). She continues to submit applications. How long is this going to go on? I think I may need to seek legal counsel. *shudder*

I'm trying to get my rental co. to give me an extra 10 days to move out. Otherwise, I may be homeless for a while. Mr. Man can be somewhat flexible, but hey, I'm just trying to catch a break here.

Book tour is winding down. The crowds seem to be either large and lively or ... practically if not literally nonexistent. I'm actually starting to get a little weary of reading my "set" and am ready to start ramping up new pieces. And possibly a new manuscript. I've already been ruminating and adding new poems here and there. Also, Kyle Quass wants to collaborate on some music/poetry tracks this summer. And y violinist lady friend has asked me to write something she can score. w00t!

Got back from a poorly attended reading last night in Indy and buried myself in my own paperwork and mixing a CD for myself. Stayed up way too late but my files! My precious files!

Good friend's wedding Sunday. Guaranteed weirdness. Schisms within schisms, and fortunately, the latest drama of them all doesn't even involve me! I think I'm going stag, unfortunately, but I also think it'll be a blast to sit back and watch everyone be dysfunctionally polite, myself included. I'll be interested to see if anyone talks to me, too. A couple I know has promised (well, she did anyway) to say hello. I'm blessed!
/sarcasm.

Slam tonight. Taking a friend out tomorrow to get his ass drunk in honor of his 30th birthday. That is all.

Friday, May 12, 2006

To My Legion of Lurkers

I know you’re out there ... hi!

In alphabetical order:

Big Brother: Fuck you. Fuck you in your narrow-minded ear hole till your head falls off, then fuck the stump. There’s enough discord in the world without you spreading it like mayo on a bunch of bologna.

Holly: Good luck in France! I’ve always thought you are amazing. The cyclist bod is very becoming, too, and accessorizes well with your big brain.

Puddin’ Skin: The book/tour had been on the horizon for at least a year, but it came together at just the right time. Thanks for “saving my life through poetry.”

Scott and Elizabeth: We should do dinner or something sometime. I like you guys but never get to hang out with you much at parties and whatnot.

Shelly: If you’re out there, thanks for the kind words about my sorry patriarchal ass. Cold comfort now. Actually, no comfort, but I appreciate it nonetheless.

Violinist Lady Friend: My favorite so far is maritime.


Anybody else? Huh? You want a piece of this? Speak!

p.s. I'm reading in Louisville tonight.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

This Subject Line Is Seven Words Long

Not much new to report. I wrote 34 poems in April for a National Poetry Month project, wherein I was "required" to write a poem a day. Not a big deal for some, but I tend to squeeze out posey slowly, with a lot more rumination involved. All in all a fun project/diversion and pretty productive, too. Can't say I'll keep it up, but I may do it again in October (as a friend proposed) and I may give myself a weekly instead of daily quota to fill henceforth. I find having deadlines is a good thing for me.

Speaking of deadlines, I just this morning signed a new quit-claim deed so my ex can refinance the house and get me the hell off the mortgage(s). Pretty stellar news there. Hopefully that process is just a matter of time/paperwork now.

This weekend I'm doing two readings, one in Muncie and one in Indy. The Indy reading (at the Chatterbox Jazz Club) is already almost a guaranteed SRO show. It's a small jazz club downtown and it has a good following already. Twenty people and the place feels packed, so I'm looking forward to that. I am most likely going to collaborate with trumpeter Kyle Quass on a piece as well. The Muncie show I'm a little more uncertain about. Joe, who is reading with me, says the 10 or so friends he has in Muntucky are now backing out to go instead to some "wedding shower" (a co-ed "party" wherein the bride gets more gifts ... wtf?). The whole reason we are reading in Muncie, and this weekend in particular, is so his friends, who have never made it down to B-ton for a reading, can come see him. Guh!

Eh, it'll be fine. Unfortunately, I don't really have a following in Munsee. I've invited a couple folks but the few friends I had I don't think want to talk to me anymore, that I know of. But I'm not bitter. I'm crunchy on the outside and I have a creamy middle.