Month: August 2009

yesterday i had lunch with poet donald hall… sort of… i finished reading his memoir unpacking the boxes during lunch at jack of the wood. #fb

@t_f:

@coffeehousejunk:

not sure if i like sending tumblr posts to twitter… – any tumblr out there have an opinion on that feature? tumblr.com/xwz2o3b…

i like turning it off, there’s still the option box to send a post if you want.

yeah, i like that option of turning off the ‘send to twitter’ box in tumblr… i like how tumblr allows users to view their twitter feed (like tweetdeck)… it’s a feature ping.fm doesn’t have…

for almost four years i had maintained a blog (almost daily, between 2004 to 2008) & decided to pull the plug. i took a hiatus from blogging & experimented with microblogging & tumble-logging. but after reading this (“…a blog, and trace the narrative of a person, a poet…” [typing space]), i am reconsidering a return to quality blogging (yes, there’s a distinction – within the 130 million blogs worldwide – of quality content). but, i’m not sure if tumblr is a suitable format for blogging.

staceycoleman:

coffeehousejunkie:

plainclothesman:

Getting my hair cut. Man, I wish I had the confidence to pull off a Morrissey flip. Unfortunately, It would probably look atrocious.

no way… just got my hair but too…

Did you cut it short? What will Asheville do without you two long haired dudes? hehe

yeah, well, shorter than i’ve had it in two or three years… i guess it’s shoulder length b/c i can still pull it back in a small ponytail & look somewhat professional at the office…

it’s raining…  & there’s not enough coffee to lift my heavy eyelids…

plainclothesman:

Getting my hair cut. Man, I wish I had the confidence to pull off a Morrissey flip. Unfortunately, It would probably look atrocious.

no way… just got my hair but too…

wordjournal:

verb • to spend one’s money before it has been earned

otherwise known as american…

vela: So when I started writing a note, I paused after a word I typically misspell. For a second I found myself waiting for the red squiggle to appear. FML

at a poetry reading yestarday afternoon, a poet confessed to loosing seven years of poetry when her computer crashed.

my notebooks contain sketches and drafts. composing poems in analog form first is how i begin the process. entering the content into my mac is considered part of the revision process.not that i’m gloating. notebooks can be easily lost, misplaced or stolen.

still, i suspect yesterday’s prizing-winning poet uses a pc.

i’m really diggin the new gasoline heart album… (in know, that sounds so archaic thanks to itunes… full disclosure: i did actually download the entire cucumber riot album)…

btw, gh is on tumblr…

over the weekend i was asked, on a couple occasions, why people abandon the faith of their childhood. i fidgeted, looked out the window, & offered some anecdotal comments anemic of any real answers. anthony bradley offers a more articulate response to why people move from youth group to agnosticism. but i didn’t have an answer, nor do i have fond memories of youth group.

church youth group, for me, was a dull experience in perseverance. most of the youth attended the church’s christian school. a couple of us attended the public school & were reminded that we were pagans within a cathedral. “why would i want to invite friends from school to youth group?” i asked myself. “to be ostracized like me?”

somewhere in those murky years of high school i turned to books for companionship & writing poetry for private enterprise. maybe not in the way wallace stevens did: “after one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life’s redemption.” i felt abandoned, but did not seek to abandon.

perseverance, poetry, & a feeble faith have traveled with me, but members of the youth group seem to be pebbles in a path long ago traversed.