When I drink, even a little, the first things to go are my inner ear (I get very off balance) and, apparently, my ability to type/spell. My relationship to sounds becomes very loose. Phonemes swim and join each other. A good example (one beer! I'm not a lush!): I just tried to spell the word "obtained" as "updained."
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Tonight I am going to the Hirshhorn Museum's "after hours" event to practice being a yuppie. I will hold a glass of wine and look deflatedly fascinating -- just enough to amuse you without intimidating you. I'll also be very knowledgeable about 401Ks and the housing market.
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In our next life, let's be cowboys. My name will be Slim and I'll call you Cactus. Normally I would write something this mopey and then not post it but I'm not keeping any secrets from my Cactus.
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And so to bed.
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As usual, the answer is "guns," but, again as usual, I don't have the guts to meet the situation with the resolve that it demands.
I also have no guns.
I do have one beer left and Bebel Gilberto on the stereo. Chasing the blues away. The tired lawyer blues:
Oh I got briefs to write, and I feel so blue
Oh I got briefs to write, and I feel so blue
There's so many cases and citations here
Guess I'll just have to sue
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Too much on my plate. Six books in various stages of production, some more I need to bind for an outstanding order. I want to get some of the oranges poems submitted, but haven't gotten around to actually sending anything out yet. The work horizon at my actual job appears to be growing full of horribleness. Like working on the weekend. Eek!
Speaking of weekends, I'll be making my curatorial debut at In Your Ear on Sunday. Bruce Andrews and Mel Nichols! 3 p.m. at DC Arts Center. Slightly more information here. If you are not there, you are a very boring and regular quadrilateral.
And remember, kids: I may not love you, but Fidel does. He wants you to be free!

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Cincinnati Fire Kites!
(Instructions).
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Here are mine:

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"You need a whole lot more than half a brain to tease me."
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Current musical obsessions: Mystery Jets; The Geraldine Fibbers.
First full day of wearing contact lenses: a variety of smirks, smiles, flirty waves, and one dude in a car slowing down to tell me, "I love you" in a Cuban accent.
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