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Good Morning
08.29.04 (7:14 am)   [edit]
Woke up around 5 thinking.

Wrote up proposal outline for Canadian doctoral grant. Helped organize overall ideas about PhD project.

Received manuscript for friend's new chapbook. Wants me to blurb.

Wrote up notes for blurb. Enjoyed manuscript.

Ate bread and cheese. Picked up morning groceries.

Sitting at café. Writing up blurb properly.
 
Don't go, Shane!
08.14.04 (6:50 pm)   [edit]
Bonnie and I watched Shane.
 
T.S. Eliot on thievery
08.13.04 (10:06 am)   [edit]
One of the surest of tests is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.

- from his essay on "Philip Massinger" (1920)
 
Sunny side up
08.07.04 (1:53 pm)   [edit]

In Tucson, Arizona, you can get your hair cut at a place called The Coyote Wore Sideburns.


In Tucson, Arizona, you can give up on wearing shorts because wearing them doesn't help with the heat.


In Tucson, Arizona, you can get your wits barked out of you when you walk around Bonnie's neighbourhood at night.


In Tucson, Arizona, you can empty your wallet getting the most daring western shirt you're going to wear in this lifetime.


In Tucson, Arizona, you still get your toaster ovens at Target.