My wildest adventures these days involve trying to figure out whether I can better leverage the body shop attempting to charge me triple for the mirror or the one charging quadruple for the door handle in order to get both fixed for $200 total (it would be $300 in the first instance and $400 in the second). I have time to read things: Sports Illustrated every week, TIME most of them, Rolling Stone every two, four Harry Potters since August (two to go!), the 700 pages of Bill Simmons' Book of Basketball, Tuesdays with Morrie and Words in Your Face (history of the NYC poetry slam), with Bright Lights, Big City the current project. There's also time to watch some others: The Descent, Battlestar Galatica Season 4/4.5, Amores Perros, House, Glee, How I Met Your Mother, It's Always Sunny, The League, The Office, Nets away games, Giants football, an occasional South Park or Family Guy and the random cooking or travel marathon.
I finally finished the first draft of a poem on Michael Jordan's Hall of Fame induction speech (made in September -- yikes!) but can't go forward until I re-listen to the audio to nail the list of exactly who he called out for providing him motivation to succeed. Also, my chapbook = unedited. And I've not been so motivated to get up on stage without new ish, which has been a bit of a conundrum. In an unrelated writing note, I'm pretty sure I could write horror novels if I took the time to. I should probably try; transforming the crazy dreams into short stories (novellas?) could be the moneymaker I've been missing out on all these years.
Is it too much to ask for a publicly transported commute so I can just sell my car? The agita of repairs and insurance and defensive driving is enough to sit stress in my shoulders that I'm unable to relax if I try. I don't want to wait two years. Also, I'd like a kitchen with countertops and enough room in my apartment to host a dinner party. Just throwing that out there.
Oh, also I eat lots. If you ever need someplace to go in the Village or Alphabet City, I know five.
My blog will be interesting one day. When I remember how to update. And not be lame. Promise.
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Arthur Verocai - Na Boca do Sol
5 hours ago
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Hm... I don't think you're lame. You're just really busy... Someone who reads that many books is never lame. Don't forget that.
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