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GO TEAM

Published on July 9, 2010 in P.O.H.D., Reviews and team discovery. 6 Comments

Black Heart Magazine named me one of the top 5 emerging writers under 40. Click here to see me straight up looking like an elementary school librarian between sexy ladies AV Flox and Gillian Sze. Man, 41 year olds are EATING IT this season.

Another cool thing happened: India Menninghaus wrote a review of AM/PM that ended up in the School of the Art Institute of Chicago paper. Check out the larger size of the image to see the hand-lettering from India. And look at her site. Maybe if you’re sweet to her, she’ll send you a handwritten letter.

I keep forgetting to mention it but now I will, speaking of reviews, if you or someone you love would like a review copy of my book, to review, for a place that runs reviews, please drop me a line via that “Contact” link above.  I promise I won’t write a crazy 1,500 word rebuttal if this action results in a bad review. Or will I? (Yes.)

As the President of Hot Dogs I’m obliged to say that I ate a hot dog in New York and it was okay. It was at Gray’s Papaya and it burned the flesh at the back of my mouth. There were tanks behind the men that looked like the type that serves those nasty daiquiris in New Orleans, so I felt hungover, though I was not hungover. Get it together, Gray’s Papaya.

What you’ve got, boy

Published on June 7, 2010 in Cool, P.O.H.D. and Reviews. Closed

This coffee shop is playing Wherein The Beatles Rip Off Motown So Hard and Still You Love It. The early stuff, man.

Dika Lam has a kind review of AM/PM up at The Nervous Breakdown. I read it while sitting in the chair I sat in to write some of the stories in the book while staring at the car dealership across the street. The car dealership has a fake gabled terrace with a fake widow’s walk and I still wonder what kind of person owns that thing.

I feel like this every day

I feel like Ringo every day

The LitDrift contest is over: congratulations to Grahame Turner on the occasion of your victory. The other highlight happened when someone named Carrie referred to me as the President of Hot Dogs. The POHD finally gets some cred. Carrie, you are the President of My Heart. Drop me a line and I will send you a copy of the book with love.

Questions Asked While Listening to Your Love is My Drug: The lyric is “My steeze is gonna be affected / if I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead.” However. Doesn’t it make more sense to say crack-sick crackhead? A lovesick crackhead might be easily distracted by other things, including but not limited to feelings of agitation, depression, extreme fatigue, anxiety, angry outbursts, and thoughts of the substance itself. The illness associated with a craving for the drug seems to have more of a one-to-one connection. “I’m sick for you like I’m sick for crack cocaine.” Now that has a nice direct feel.

One (1) can of creamed corn

Published on May 28, 2010 in Cooking and P.O.H.D.. 2 Comments

A few people have mentioned Tuesday’s #8 to me and so I feel like I should clarify that I’m not talking about (calling out?) anyone in particular. The lower-case thing doesn’t bother me. Also, I wasn’t referring to formal choices in art. I do wonder what it means informally, because writers generally make conscious decisions about things like that even in emails or whatever. Molly said hello in the comments and helped me figure it more. Thank you, miss.

Happy news everyone, I am now the president of hot dogs. Please be advised that cutting your kids’ hot dogs into bite-sized rounds is still dangerous. Slice lengthwise for safety. You can even make a ‘dog octopus.

I have wasted my life

children love this sort of thing

I did a Google image search for “hot dog casserole” and I don’t want to share what I have found. Suffice it to say that I finally know what to do when I have a package of hot dogs, five potatoes, half a stick of butter, a can of creamed corn and an intense loathing for myself. “Screw it, I’ll make a casserole out of salt.”

The President of Hot Dogs

Published on May 25, 2010 in list making, P.O.H.D. and Steve Nash. 7 Comments
  1. Writing a list while soaking my feet in the bathtub.
  2. Yesterday was either the last stand for the Suns or the spark of a fight. The overarching symbol of the game happened when Fischer broke Steve Nash’s nose and Steve Nash pulled it back into place on live television. The world was like, “Eww.”
  3. Check out the sweet pastiches at Love Survives the Bomb. One of them features an axolotl talking some of my words.
  4. Hey you know what I’m glad is over? Lost.
  5. “I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I’ve ever known.”
  6. Going slow through the Wigleaf Top 50. So far my favorite is Kristina Born’s piece at Locus Novus. I like quiet lately.
  7. The Royal Road to the Unconscious
  8. I wonder if people who don’t use caps/punctuation find it to be a symbol of ego? That can’t be it.
  9. At work I’ve been writing Top 10 lists. Top 10 reasons to bury an in-ground pool. Top 10 ways to hypnotize a child. Top 10 celebrity earlobes.
  10. Did you know that there is a National Hot Dog and Sausage Council? It has a president and everything?

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