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1. my grandmother died today. i'm hunting down airfares to honolulu and wondering if my parents even want me to go.
2. i finished my first tuesday crossword, but my scanner is being temperamental.
3. went to carl phillips' reading at the new skool this evening. his next book is called rock harbor—he's surprisingly funny in front of an audience, which stands in contrast to the buttoned-up sleaze (in a good way) of his writing. a stillness that should not be so terrible two women read with him: the first had some nice lines in her poems like you don't hate your job but you're bad at it and nice of you. good of you. but the other was intolerable. she spent long periods with a dazed look on her face and took more time explaining the poem (at one point she said "i thought about going back to greece, or west texas. of course, there's something similar about both of them") than reading it. my poetry prof, who introduced me to phillips, told us to not talk about our writing before we read it.
posted May 14, 2002 in delivery, print, speech. 200520012000