heeey hey!

the opening ukulele makes it sound a bit like this other song; i like them both. and who knew mr. patrick monahan was "so gangster...so thug"? well, i guess we've been warned.

fix you

this is one of those songs that can make you just as happy as it can, melancholic...or maybe click a lighter in the air, and (do the obligatory) sway from side to side.

the centaur

one thing i love about buying old, used books is finding what (hopefully, something) a previous owner has scribbled inside. it's especially sweet when a note is written to the person to whom the book is given.

earlier today, i bought john updike's 1963 novel,  the centaur. at the top of its opening page, written in pencil: "across the street under the woven doormat on the right are the remainder of the tokens i had earlier."

"going solo"

the current glimmer train bulletin is out, and along with essays by peter ho davies and others, it features my essay, "going solo." in the piece, i discuss--quite candidly--some of the ups/downs i've experienced since i began writing creatively, as well as some things i'm still learning about trusting the season of waiting. here's a tiny snip:

"In the wake of being thoroughly rejected from each program, and again, with no alternative plan and even less cash than before, I sold all of my things in Florida, bought a one-way ticket to San Francisco, without work or housing awaiting me here. Within two weeks of my arrival, I found paid work and a shared space, and eventually, more ups, downs, and in-betweens than I’d ever thought probable in a one-year period."   [click here for the full essay]