Coffeehouse Junkie

According to Rafe Needleman in an Ad Age (http://adage.com/digitalnext/article?article_id=131655) article.

For me (who became a Twitter user less than a month ago), Needleman may be correct. Regarding Twitter, it is merely an info aggragater; at least that’s the way I use it. Inversely, I rarely visit Twitter except to follow the news of a few people (which is pointless because most of the people I follow supply the same info using other services like Facebook).

Edgy Mama recently mused about it on Twitter (http://twitter.com/edgymama/statuses/959014214): “Wondering why folks want to follow me here when I hardly ever Twitter?” There are other, more efficient services to keep up to date with people in your social networks, but Twitter isn’t one of them.

From NPR (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=95256794): “Switching from task to task, you think you’re actually paying attention to everything around you at the same time. But you’re actually not,” [neuroscientist Earl] Miller said.

From the Guardian (http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/sep/26/poetry.trains.oriordan): “trains sit deeper in the poet’s psyche; they become freighted with meanings both sublimated and exposed”

// Did I mention I’ll be reading poetry @ Malaprops this Sunday, Oct. 19 @ 3 PM? I’ll be reading my work along with other local poets.

//Which would you chose? A book of poetry by Randall Jarrell? The Savage Sword of Conan, Vol. 1? Or a book titled, Pagan Christianity?

// Automating one’s social networking status is easy. Automating one’s cash flow is more challenging.

// Three cups of Velvet Hammer. Three hours of fist pumping metal music. A vendor who can’t follow the !@#$ instructions. I lurve Mondays.

// OK, I’m really getting tired of the office doorbell.

It’s official, Oct. 19 – Poetry Reading @ Malaprops @ 3 PM. I’ll be reading my work along with other local poets.

// Enjoying Clawhammer (Oktoberfest Lager by Highland Brewing Company) as celebration for finishing design work on the weekend.

// Finished reading a Randall Jarrell book.

// Thinking about marketing… wondering about Wall Street… considering poetry… for some reason this all makes me very thirsty.

// What’s up with the office doorbell? It’s worse than my office phone ringing off the hook.

// Listening to a lecture on classical mythology.

Last night, I submitted one of my poems for workshop. For those readers unfamiliar with what happens to a poem/poet during a “workshop” session, imagine a colonoscopy performed by pre-med students.

I could play the pained poet and claim that I am still recovering from the ordeal, but that’s not true because I’m still giggling.

Last night, I submitted one of my poems for workshop. For those readers unfamiliar with what happens to a poem/poet during a “workshop” session, imagine a colonoscopy performed by pre-med students.

I could play the pained poet and claim that I am still recovering from the ordeal, but that’s not true because I’m still giggling.

// Someone just brought me homemade chocolate cookies. Thank you!

“Imagine living in a society where poetry was considered to be the most important art form. Where a poet could easily fill a football stadium. Where a poet’s death was the top news story for days.” Link

This echoes the thought that Icelandic books is the most important in Europe.