Citizen dirt shoveling after the official ceremony.
The Sunday New York Times and Roanoke Times, all-nighter edition #weekender, a photo by josette on Flickr.
Bought both the Sunday New York Times and Roanoke Times today. It cost me over eight dollars.
There’s a WordPress app for BlackBerry? Please welcome me to the late 2000s!
I’m working on a “professional online portfolio” for a class I’m taking this semester, and so I have been going through my old poetry publications. I feel like a fool for not sending out more work to more places when I was an undergraduate. But then again, I had two dozen publications before I hit my MFA program. So maybe I was doing something right.
It is hard to think of myself as professional. And yet I am one? I have become one? I am one. This is all very odd.
Since it’s April, and since it’s been five years since I’ve done it, I’m doing National Poetry Writing Month. Those hilarliously first draft poems live over on a tumblelog.
I am just not into writing titles for posts. It’s the old-school weblogger in me.
So you may be wondering what happened since that last post. I finished my MFA on time and under budget, and went out into the workforce and worked like a good worker. Also, I’ve been tweeting.
Thanks to Quinn Warnick to getting me motivated enough to bring back the old weblog. Let’s see how long this attempt lasts.