So a funny thing happened on the way to getting my poem about dead babies at the post office and my desire to have children of my own workshopped. See, on my way to having my poem workshopped I had to read it out loud, which I was amazingly fine with.
But as soon as I [...]

From my beloved Upper Class calendar:

Seeing the TTHM
The last goodbye
Hemingway
The slamming poets
Westernerd Convention, game day menu, and being a regular
New calendar/old calendar
Laughing poets
Be Kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle

It has recently come to my attention that Harry Belafonte’s “Jump in the Line” is the dirtiest, awesomest song since The Beatles’ “Please Please Me” and I’ve been listening to it for the past 36 minutes straight.

From the Fakebook event on Saturday. You can’t see Boquist reading to Paul, but you do see Paul correct him.

I’m so hopped up and spitting nails angry today that I want to tear apart designers (yes, the people and really only one of them) with my bare hand. The only thing keeping me from justifiable homicide is Liz Phair’s “Happy” (the version from Sessions at 54th).

Okay, did I forget to mention that during the Fakebook event we were treated to beyond-amazing musical performances by Steve Wynn, Mark Olson (The Jayhawks), Lori Barbero (Babes in Toyland), and well, St. Paul Westerberg himself?
Holy shit. During the intermission Westerberg strode on stage leaned into the mike and said, “We supposed to kill time.” [...]

Do you ever get so full of joy that you’re pretty sure you are going to burst right out of your skin? It was every thing I could do last night to stay in my skin while sitting in my seat at The Fitzgerald Theater in St. Paul.
Last night was perfectly perfect. It’s not [...]

Have I mentioned that I’m having a tough time with Poetry Class? I am! I feel like I’ve been dropped on the planet Bullshit without a translator. Seriously folks, I don’t speak the poetic language. Though I kind of want to, because I can’t stop saying things like enjambment and trochaic foot. They make me [...]

Mark Olson (formerly of the Jayhawks) writes a Note Books essay over at Largehearted Boy.

For all the writers in the hizzy, Writer’s Digest’s 101 best sites for writers. [via]

Dear World of Music Listeners,
What new music are you listening to that gets your heart all racy and your ears excited? My ears are bored with everything I like.
Thanks,
The Mgmt.

A few months ago The Wrath, a Canuckian co-worker transplanted to the land of 10,000 lakes, was talking about how some friends of his were getting married up in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada.
“Isn’t it Re-jean-a,” Al, the cutest girl on earth™ asked.
“Uh, no,” we all said. “It’s Ra-jyn-a.”
“Oh,” she said, puckering up her sweet North [...]

I was gently slumbering (ok not really, because that whore 6:30 a.m. came to visit and at 7 a.m. I decided I was going to take a mini-nap or something just to show 6:30 a.m. that I am not messing around with my faithfulness to 7:30 a.m.), when the sweet, sweet jangly guitar bits of [...]

It costs $8.54 to mail a bowling pin to Utah
Connor does not listen to his mom
Connor is friends with the postal worker dude and will get a present when it’s his turn in line
The present is for being the best big brother in the world
Eight people standing in line at the post office will spontaneously [...]

I hate turning on the air conditioner and usually wait until the last possible egg-frying-on-the-sidewalk minute to turn it on. It seems that once you turn on the air, you don’t turn it off until about September.
As summer creeps ever closer and the temperature grows higher, the battle gets bloodier. Seriously, I am not [...]