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Sunday, May 11th, 2008
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8:14 pm - me so sick...
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| Saturday, May 3rd, 2008
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1:39 am - Um.....
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| Friday, May 2nd, 2008
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1:19 am - Wow.
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| Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
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2:34 am - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Casino de Paris
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| Sunday, April 27th, 2008
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2:44 am - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Marseilles
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Very good show, maybe in my top five. (Number 1--> Manchester, 2004. Holy crap, that was some good shit.)
Nick in good mood, band was jovial, crowd was well-behaved (just what you want in a show, right? actually, I hate it when people shout out nasty things to the performers...)
Played most of the new album, and TONS of old stuff, including Papa Won't Leave You, Henry.... one of my most beloved NC songs.
Some serious trauma avoided today (a very grabby and insistent frenchman) and a new friend made (a fella from Tunisia) but I don't feel up to typing it or talking about it, so you'll just have to extrapolate. I will be posting fuller and non-overlapping (mostly) reports of my trip at both the barrelhouse blog and the best american poets blog, where i have blogging duties this coming week.
No pictures, as my camera is died.
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| Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
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12:01 am - pictures from copenhagen
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| Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008
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8:36 pm - and now...
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i'm going to take a hot hot bath and then come back upstairs and write poems and answer all them emails growling at me in my in box.
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8:31 pm - update soon
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in the mean time, here's a picture of my last two jogs. The first one is from friday (it should count extra cause I did it on no sleep) and then today. I didn't run in Copenhagen.
I know, so so exciting.
Me takes my joys where me finds them.
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| Monday, April 14th, 2008
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11:48 am - Back to crappy sleep :(
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I fell asleep late Saturday night / early Sunday morning and slept until late Sunday evening. There went the weekend. Poof. So, in order to reset my buttons, so speaking, I stayed up all night and plan to stay up as late as possible today. I'm starting to feel it, tho, the icky of not so good sleep.
Even so...
That was my run. Yay me.
I think-- perhaps?-- it was even a skootch longer. But I'm distrustful of google-earth's mileage estimation. I've never been a speed demoness, but I did this in an hour (perhaps even closer to 5.5 miles) which means that slow-poke Jillie is speeding up. A bit. Maybe.
You know, even if the mileage estimates are off, I've used google-earth all these months to gauge my distance and speed. So if it's off now, then it was likely off then. Which means even if it's not accurate, I still am likely faster than before.
Wow, cool.
Got a lot of things to do before Friday, which is when I leave for a weekend jaunt to Copenhagen.
This will be the first time EVER I have been to a country where I didn't speak the language.
America, Canada, Britain, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, France.
Those be the only countries I've ever visited, and I speak English, a version of German (a mishmash of Swiss German, English, and outright bad German), and I _did_ speak quite good French. Until I started to learn Germy German, wherewith I learned that I can only keep one foreign language in my head at a time.
Goodish news: Necropolis is closer to print. There's just one more day to pre order it from the publisher!
http://neonumaarts.blogspot.com/
It's a VERY different book than Harlot. It's a religious book, and the language is (if one can believe it) ornate-er, and the conceits are way more complicated.
So.... order! Order!
Oh, and Harlot is still for sale (as Harlots often are) so go to LULU and buy copies galore for Mother's Day (that's the next holiday out of the gate, right?)
Also, be sure and get your copy of Best American Erotic Poetry*. It made Booksense's top 10 list!
And lookie whose poem they put on their bloggie:
http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2008/04/best-american-e.html
And finally. I've been -- in my insomniac frenzy -- making up these quirky, occasional impossible television themed trivia quizzes and posting them on the Barrelhouse blog:
http://barrelhousemag.blogspot.com/
Go and try them!
And also, get your latest copy of Barrelhouse!
Ok, I'm off.
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* Errata... I oopsied and typed Best American EROTICA at first, which is a FANTASTIC series edited by the fantastic Susie Bright, tho not the one I intended to, er, intend.
HOWEVER, while you all are out looking for Mother's Day gifts, why not get one honoring the thing that done brought you into the world? (No one sez you gotta give it to Mama! Keep it for yourself!)-->
http://www.amazon.com/dp/ASIN/0743289633/
current music: Unshackled! (yes, really)
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| Wednesday, April 9th, 2008
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11:28 pm - Anyone gonna be in Basel on 5 May?
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| Monday, April 7th, 2008
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8:49 pm - Foursquare journal
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| Sunday, April 6th, 2008
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10:25 pm - migraine a-brewin'...
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So I might put myself to bed soon.
If you aren't at least a little sad that Charlton Heston has passed, then you have no soul. That's MOSES, bitch! And he may have gone uber-conservative later in life, but he worked for Civil Rights in the 60s AND he was married to his wife for 64 years.
Went for a walk today instead of a run. Took a train somewhere and walked home. You aren't getting a picture because I didn't pay that much attention to where I was going.
Ate a bunch of egg whites today and a couple yolks.
Axel's having a cyst removed from his jaw/tooth tomorrow (Roxanne, that's the word I was looking for RE your possible dental woes, cyst).
Crap, my head hurts.
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| Saturday, April 5th, 2008
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10:58 pm - crap, now im thinking about all my favorite cereals...
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golden grahams...mmmmm
cookie crisp...mmmmm
frosted flakes...oh yummy
fruity pebbles...yes!
and i absolutely love me some rice cripsies!
damn you low-carb diets!
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10:55 pm - Am currently and immediately craving
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a bowl of cap'n crunch. man, i aint ate that cereal in at least 10 years.....
no such seafarer as cap'n crunch in switzerland, tho.
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7:24 pm - eat my dust, Jeffy
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ok, so it wasn't 10 miles. but it was a solid one and a half ish hours and i think this is a fairly accurate rendition of my path. and i haven't done 8+ miles in awhile. (i think i physically can, it's just that i get a little bored...)
plus, the weather was fantastic. it's cool enough that i dont have to carry umpteen gallons of water (a pain), but warm enough that i didnt need to dress like an eskimo.
current music: ten year old episodes of art bell
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4:04 pm - getting geared up
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to try a long and proper run. ive braided my hair, donned my do-rag. gonna make a power smoothie and head out soon.
wrote 2 napowrimo poems today, tho one in entirely throw-away. working on ack-ack-knowledgement page for necropolitron. sent out a submission. want to write at least one more poem tonite. see, the thing is, i'd forgotten a little how poems get written. now im remembering, and i dont want to drop the thread, lose the plot. its such a fragile thread, you know.
i will reward myself for my long-ass run (assuming i am successful!) with a long hot bath with olive oil added to my water and a good hairwashing. its been a few days since i washed my hair.
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| Friday, April 4th, 2008
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9:10 pm - I feel like Jeffy
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from Family Circus when I post these.
An ok run this evening. Last run was 7.34 miles or sumthin like that two days ago. Took a day off to nurse a glute-ish cramp, then yesterday was a walk.
Gonna attempt a long run tomorrow, cause it's Saturday. I haven't done a 10 miler in awhile. I might shoot for that, though it also might require a little walking.
Haven't written today's poem yet. Guess I best do that now.
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| Thursday, April 3rd, 2008
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10:07 pm - no run today,
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i had bad sleep, woke up in the fat, hot middle of the night with a cramp in the deep muscles of my glutes. ouch.
but i went for a walk, and i think that ought to count. i took the train to effretikon and walked back to rosenweg 1.
i'm participating in napowrimo-- national poetry writing month. nanowrimo's bastard cousin. if you remember, i did nanowrimo year before last. the gist of napowrimo is similar: write a poem a day for the entire month of april (ntl poetry month). some of my peeeps is posting their poems on their blogs. i am not. because: a) many of the places i send to consider poems to be published if they appear anywhere on the web (including blogs, including drafts) and b) because they are, indeed, drafts. however: if anyone is dying to see them, i'll share them with you via email.
i _can_ tell you that i've managed to use the following words, unapologetically even:
asphodel, divot, lachrymose, gamecock.
and i'll share with you a title of an in progress poem:
sea bells help protect unicorn babies
(i misread a yahoo headline that read: seat belts help protect unborn babies)
bye for now.
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| Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
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7:42 pm - pretty effin' cool....
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| Monday, March 31st, 2008
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7:01 pm - Trip to Wien
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Wien is funner to say than Vienna. Wien is where we get the word Wiener-- which would indicate someone from Wien. But it also means the hot-dog. Like Berliner is also a jelly doughnut. Too bad Kennedy didn't go to Wien-- then Ich would also bin ein Wiener!
Wienerschnitzel is from Wien. If you don't know what that is, it's some kind of very thin cutlet (take yer pick) breaded and pan fried. It's tasty!
Wien is where my great grandmother was born. On Valentine's Day, 1882. I only learned that recently. I had thought that all of my Germanic extraction was, indeed, German. Go figure.
I went to Wien to visit the city, and also to meet my aunt and uncle there, who came to Europe to ultimately take a cruise down (up?) the beautiful, blue Danube. It's my uncle's grandmother what was in Wien geboren. He wanted to find her birth certificate. So me and my rudimentary German, we led the way to the Rathaus (that's city hall, not house of rats, unless you're talking Tammany Hall or some such shit like that) where we found out that they only gots birth records after 1932. They sent us to the Archdiocese of Wien, because before 1932, all records were kept in the local parish. We eventually wound up in front of a woman who I think was friendly (dunno, hard to tell) where I left my name, number, and the name of my grandmother and her birthdate. She said she would search and get back to me.
On Thursday night we had dinner in a medieval building, Austria's oldest inn.
(I'm jumping around, as is my wont to do of late.)
("wont to do"? whut-evah....)
On Wednesday in addition to scouring the city for records of my great-grandmum, we visited the Sigmund Freud museum, which was installed in the good doctor's former offices.
Here are some freudian snaps:
The nameplate on his office door.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar....
But other times it's a penis!
(Stone penis from his collection of antique gee-gaws.)
Not at the Freudian museum, but on the facade of St. Stephen's Cathedral:
No, Sir, not symbollic AT ALL!
On Wednesday we also wended and went-ed to Mozart's house. That was boring as FUCK. Because-- the tour was ridiculously slow and the stuff they had in the house was mostly of the "this is a chair from the era of Mozart" sort rather than the actual chair Mozart rested his scrawny ass in. Is this because he was po' when he died?
On Wednesday morning we went and saw the Imperial Apartments of the Hapsburgs. Am I spelling that right? Habsburgs. Pabstblueribbonburgs. (A side note-- I legitimately cannot spell. It is not a function of my spell checker having trained me out of spelling. I simply cannot do it. Words I misspell regularly (and my typical misspellings)-- throughought, definately, concious, wierd, tounge, bannana, and others...). I did not know much about the H-B empire. I still do not know much, but I saw thems apartments. I learned about Sissi, too, Elizabeth of Bavaria, who was the Austrian Princess Diana, so to speak. She was murdered with a three-sided file with a wooden handle by some bloke who had it in for royals in general, not specifically her.
On Thursday also, we went to Schönbrunn Palace, which is where the H-B's went for fun in the summertime. Those were some fancy ass rooms, I tell you what.
Thursday also we visited a liquor shop where I bought some Austrian sour cherry brandy. And we went to the Sacher Hotel where it was insisted that I partake in the famous Sacher Torte-- except I didn't have a whole piece, I had what they dubbed a Sacher "Wurfel"-- a Sacher Square.
Why come people ain't named Sigmund anymore?
On the train to Wien, I sat across from a young woman, an Austrian violinist-- who was also named Jill but she spelled it Jil. Neither Jill nor Jil or Austrian names. We shared a cab to my hotel and she treated me to the cab ride! Now isn't that just about the nicest thing EVER?
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Today is April 1.
To some of you, it's April Fool's Day. (Fools'? Is the noun "April Fool"? Is it singular? Tscha.)
It will never be AFD for me, however.
Two years ago today, my dear darling Michelle and her baby daughter were killed in a car wreck.
So it's a day infused with sadness, and I think it ever will be.
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