Pithy Update

I updated the side links for my publications and other cool junk, because I'm important, and because I hadn't done it in many months. Now most of the links actually take you to my work. Not that you'd want to waste your life away reading my poems (CHA RIGHT).

The thing I like about Christmas is that everybody gives me treats, because I am so treatable.

Now I'm going to go chew gum until my brain turns into an ice cube.

Another Calendar Year

Today is my one year anniversary. I don't have anything profound or sappy to say about it. Time doesn't feel any different now that we're married, just better. I don't want to say I can't remember what it's like to not be married; I do. And not being married was okay, too, for a while. And being married is the best.

In the past year, many things have been accomplished.

We purchased and, shortly after, ruined the game Phase Ten.

We broke into our neighbor's apartment on New Year's Eve to watch the ball drop on his TV. Because we don't have TV.

I yelled at Mexican Music Lady, our neighbor, for playing her Spanish polka too loud during the night.

We stole a couch from a neighbor who got evicted and left his couch. I assume he left it because it's a broken piece of crap.

My chapbook, Ether/Ore, was accepted for publication by NAP.

I got a series of parking tickets for leaving my car on the street overnight.

We pulled a few Hank Moody nights.

We played a lot of Settlers of Catan.

I got over 100 rejections.

Anyway, we did a bunch of other stuff, too, but most of it is as boring as most of the stuff I already told you about.

Here's to another calendar year, another year of writing, another year of reading, and another year of marriage. Wherever we end up.

Presents Even I Can Make

So, Christmas is coming up.

Before last weekend, I kept using the phrase "Thanksgiving is coming up," and saying it like Daniel from the movie The Other Sister. Nobody even knew what I was talking about.

Anyway, I'm usually very terrible at thinking up what to get people for Christmas. I thought you might like to tell me some go-to gift ideas that even writers can make (since we're all poor), or gift ideas that are simple but nice. I know mostly everybody likes candles and all that junk. Maybe a book or two.

What are my other writer friends giving people for Christmas? And are you making any of your gifts? I want to see pictures.

OH! And also: check out some of my poems in Camroc Press Review. And order the current issue of Beloit Poetry Journal, because I'm in that, too!