Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Done Den

Three coats of primer and one coat of flat "Anthem White" paint did the trick. The dark wood paneling is now white, giving the den the feel of a beach house. Now we're trying to figure out a color palate.

Now that the painting's done, I can rest my aching back a bit before I take off for Atlanta. I've been re-reading Arthur Sze's "Quipo" for color inspiration. Lots of golds, yellows, reds in that book . . . trouble is, those colors are already in the bedroom.

Boy, I've got too much time on my hands . . . HGTV is my friend.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Painting in Progress

I've been painting for roughly seven days now. My back's killing me. I think I've got sciatica. Sometimes my feet are numb, like they're asleep. I've pretty much been on my feet during all this.

We decided that our kitchen was far too dark. The previous owner had a fondness for yellow . . . only, in the kitchen, it with yellowish tile, the yellow on the walls looked sickly. So, we repainted the walls with a high gloss white called "Anthem White." We also had to take down all the cabinet doors. They had this sickly yellowish cream formica on them. Meredith and I peeled off all the formica which left behind a sticky film of glue on each oof the cabinet doors. I ruined four doors trying to pry the formica coverings off, so I basically had to make four new cabinet doors (yay circular saw and sander). Meredith and I then spent a whole afternoon wiping the cabinet fronts down with a solvent to remove the adhesives. I then had to wash off the cabinet doors and sand each one with a hand sander. We then primed and painted the doors. It took us five coats of high-gloss paint to get those suckers the shade of white we wanted. I think my first mistake was buying the discount primer ($19.00 vs. $79.00). Basically, touching up the kitchen took three days.

Now we're on the den. I'm not sure if you've seen the earlier photos on this blog, but refer to the fireplace pictures. The den's a little dark because the whole room's got this dated wood panelling. Meredith and I have spent the past two days priming the panelling. This time, we bought a better primer. Anyway, I predict the den will look much more open. In its former state, it was much to dark and enclosed. I'll post pictures when I can.

Also, sorry I've not been great with the e-mails or with blogging. Again, we're on dial-up here and since I've been in work mode, it's been difficult to get online. I'll be heading for Atlanta to visit Meredith's folks in a couple of weeks. I should be able to post a few more times on the blog before I split, but until then, ciao!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Home Sweet Home

I'm finally feeling settled in the new house. For the past couple of weeks, Meredith and I have been combing through the inspection report and have been checking off some "need to do" items. We also fixed up the landscaping at the front of our house. I've been travelling back and forth from Bellingham to our house trucking many bags of bark. It seems that the previous owners of the house were not invested in landscaping. To be sure, Meredith and I spent several hours pulling out carpets of weed (she did most of the pulling, I trucked the junk into the forest). We filled the new beds with about sixty cubic feet of bark. It now smells like cedar outside our house.

Additionally, I mowed about an acre of lawn. I'm not exaggerating about the size of the lawn . . . it's big and it had gotten out of hand before I started my mowing ritual. Trouble is, the push mower is starting to show wear and tear. Every time I turn a corner, something rattles. It kind of sounds like a jar of marbles being shook.

We also planted many flowers in flower baskets and flower pots on our deck. We went the cheap route and purchased seed packets: marigolds, etc.. I'm waiting for the first seedlings to pop up since the job of seed-planting was mine.

I also bought a set of cordless power tools. Nothing says "Homeowner" like a cordless circular saw. We've put them to good use. The first project for the new tools was to reassemble the shelves in the kitchen pantry. For some reason, the previous homeowners liked having slanted shelves in the pantry that were only good for holding bottles of wine. Now imagine a whole 3x3x5 pantry with mini wine cubicles. Meanwhile, in the other room, there's a functional wet bar. . . I mean, come now. So Meredith jig-sawed all the shelving out of the space and I re-sized all the shelves with the circular saw, since the shelves didn't fit straight-on (as I said, the shelves were slanted). I installed a four sets of shelving brackets with my new cordless drill. Voila. Functional cabinetry.

Lastly, I've found time to write again. I've been obsessed with this Tagalog Dictionary edited by Teresita V. Ramos. Also, Manong Jose has come by to haunt me again. . . I'm such a tease.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

I have moved. Some observations . . .

1. It's really dark in the country.
2. I wake up very early now. 4:30AM this morning . . . and I wasn't tired.
3. Having no high-speed internet sucks, but I'm getting used to it. It's a good way to quit playing online video games, that's for sure.
4. Meredith and I have a lot of stuff. Where did it all come from? Does it spawn?
5. Jake has become his own dog. He inhabits a whole other sphere of existence, leaving the homestead for hours, and then returning soaked, hungry, and tired.

Anyway, I'll be down in Seattle this weekend for a reading. The information is here.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Manhattan Borough President
Scott M. Stringer

Invites you to celebrate

ASIAN PACIFIC AMERICAN HERITAGE MONTH

Co-sponsored by
Asian American Arts Alliance
and
Kundiman

Featuring poetry, music
performances by:

Ishle Yi Park l Patrick Rosal
Ma-yi Theatre Company
Trio Tarana l Vongku Pak

Hosted by:
Vivian Lee
Reporter, WNBC NewsChannel 4

Reception will follow

New York County Surrogate's Court
31 Chambers Street
Tuesday, May 23, 2006, 6 pm - 9 pm

RSVP to (212) 669-4374 or rsvp@manhattanbp.org

Friday, May 19, 2006

First Homeowner Injury

Mallet + Mailbox Pole + Small Wooden Block + Thumb . . .

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

RIP Stanley Kunitz

Link

Waiting for the paint to dry

The office has been painted a bright shade of yellow. I need to find curtains that are more suitable for the tones in that room. There's a wall that's covered with wood panels, so I need a mix of the yellow and the brown somehow. Anyway, we got most of our bookshelves moved into the house. We also moved a ton of book boxes. There aren't really any books left in the rental, save those I'm using for classes.

We also painted the masters bedroom a dark shade of red . . . at least it was dark after I had painted it on Saturday. We'll see what color it REALLY is.

Poetry? Who has time for poetry when there's another coat to paint!

Monday, May 08, 2006

Slowly Slowly

We've been moving things into the new house. Last week I visited the new place three times: Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday. I almost went on Sunday, but I had weird flu-like symptoms and Meredith urged me not to go. I predict I'll be up at the new place three more times this week. Crazy, huh? I'm not sure if this system of gradual moving is better than all at once at this point.

In other news, there are four more weeks in my quarter . . .

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The View from our Bedroom


The View from our Bedroom
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
This is a picture taken from the sliding glass door in the master's bedroom.

Living Room Window


Living Room Window
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
What we see out the windows of our living room. That poor tropical plant was also left behind.

That 70's Show


That 70's Show
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
Meredith mugging for the camera with the groovy 70's-style curtains left behind.

Deck


Deck
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
The deck with a shot of Jake's hind-quarters.

Wet Bar


Wet Bar
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
Yes, the house has a wet bar.

Fireplace


Fireplace
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
Dig our new fireplace? You'll note all the wood panelling. It's actually not so bad since they're installed at angles rather than straight up and down.

Monday, May 01, 2006

My name . . .

. . . is Oliver. I own a home.

Monday, April 24, 2006

What's there to tell?

So, let's see. Meredith and I are closing on the lovely house you see pictured two postings below. We should be able to finish up all business this week.

A couple of my students have been admitted into MFA programs, so I'm very happy for them.

It's finally sunny here in Washington, and it looks to be sunny for much of the week.

I'm currently starting the fifth week of the Spring Quarter, but my brain's still semestral, so this has been an agonizingly slow April.

Mary Kenagy introduced me to KEXP 90.3 and I love it, though I barely get any reception in my car.

I'm rereading America is in the Heart for the Asian American Literature class I'm currently teaching. We just finished The Woman Warrior.

This coming Memorial Day, Meredith and I will be vacationing in Vancouver, BC.

I'm reading M.A. thesi . . . thesuses . . . the . . . multiple manuscripts written by graduate students.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

The house


Wider Angle
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
We put a bid in for this house. Our bid was accepted. We are freaking out. That is all.

Monday, April 03, 2006

The cold that wouldn't die.

I think I've been sick since I got home from AWP in Austin. One of you gave me this cold. I don't know who you are, but I might have passed you at the bookfair or perhaps I sat next to you at a panel or a reading. Perhaps we touched arms as we inched our way past each other. Or perhaps you reached out from behind your table and shook my hand, gave me a sucker, a pen, a folder, a goo gah smothered in your streptococcus. Or maybe it was you whom I passed on the way to Sixth Street and the local honky tonk bar. Maybe it was you who signed my book, passing from your hand-writing, the catalyst for some remnant bug nestled in my nose. Could it have been you who bought me the drink in the Hilton Hotel Bar? Or you who handed me the cash to tip the cabby?

Friday, March 31, 2006

Where I'm At

So Meredith and I are looking at houses on Saturday. I'm excited and terrified. We met with a realtor and a mortgage broker yestreday. We had so many numbers thrown at us. Meredith, at one point, nudged me under the table because my eyes were glazing over. . .

1st Mortgage? 2nd Mortgage? Escrow? Huh?

In other news, the new quarter started at Western Washington and I'm very very excited. It's also almost April which means it's almost summer. Yay summer!

Monday, March 13, 2006

AWP Afterglow

I'm so tired. I think the heat contributed to my fatigue but there was also such a rush of good feeling during those four days in Austin.

Anyway, if I didn't get a chance to say goodbye (or hello) for that matter, "Goodbye and Hello." I can't believe how many five-minute conversations I had. I wish the week had been longer but I also know that if it were any longer I'd be deathly ill.

In the end, I had a great time, had some fantastic food, spent moments with old friends, and drank in some wonderful poetry. See you all in Atlanta.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Restraint

I want to buy books at AWP but I need to put a collar on my wallet. It's so hard to show restraint, too. You walk up and down the bookfaire aisles and sitting at the tables are poets showing their wares.

I remember one year at AWP, I actually packed a separate bag in order to carry all the new AWP books I figured I'd be bringing home. Sure enough, the bag got filled.

The worst/best day is when all the journals are reducing their rates or giving away their copies so that they don't have to travel with the weight. It's REALLY hard to restrain myself on those days.

So, I've got to come up with a list of "MUST HAVES" before going. Got your eyes on something you'd like to share?

R142H. Kundiman: Love Songs of Asian American Poets

(Marilyn Chin, Patrick Rosal, Purvi Shah, Mary Chi-Whi Kim, Marlon Esguerra, Sarah Gambito, and Oliver de la Paz)

Kundiman is a nonprofit literary organization dedicated to serving Asian American poets. At the heart of our offerings is the national emerging Asian-American poets' writing and mentorship retreat at the University of Virginia. Retreat participants--faculty, students, and other Kundiman affiliates for a reading to celebrate the organization and reach a broader audience. The event will serve as our national debut.

Monday, February 27, 2006

HURRY!!!

Kundiman Asian American Poetry Retreat
June 21 – 25, 2006
Deadline: Postmark March 1, 2006

In order to help mentor the next generation of Asian-American poets,
Kundiman is sponsoring an annual Poetry Retreat at The University of
Virginia. During the Retreat, nationally renowned Asian American poets
will conduct workshops and provide one-on-one mentorship sessions with
participants. Readings and informal social gatherings will also be
scheduled. Through this Retreat, Kundiman hopes to provide a safe and
instructive environment that identifies and addresses the unique
challenges faced by emerging Asian American poets. This 5-day Retreat
will take place from Wednesday to Sunday. Workshops will be conducted from
Thursday to Saturday. Workshops will not exceed six students.

Faculty

Arthur Sze is a second-generation Chinese American. Educated at the
University of California, Berkeley, Sze is the author of five volumes
of poetry, including most recently The Redshifting Web: Poems 1970-1998
(Copper Canyon Press, 1998), a finalist for the 1999 Lenore Marshall
Poetry Prize. His poems have also appeared in numerous magazines,
including American Poetry Review, The Paris Review, Mother Jones,
Conjunctions, and The Bloomsbury Review. Translations of Sze’s work
have been published in Italy and China. The recipient of a Lannan Literary
Award for Poetry, three Witter Bynner Foundation Poetry Fellowships,
and two Creative Writing Fellowships from the National Endowment for the
Arts, Sze currently directs the Creative Writing Program at the Institute for
American Indian Art in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he has taught for
more than a decade.

Kazim Ali is the author of The Far Mosque (Alice James Books). His
poems and essays have appeared in such journals as The Iowa Review, Colorado
Review, Hayden’s Ferry Review and Catamaran, and in the anthologies
Writing the Lines of Our Hands and Risen From the East. A graduate of
the Creative Writing Program at New York University, he is the author of a
novel, Quinn’s Passage. He is the publisher of Nightboat Books and
assistant professor of English at Shippensburg University.

Jennifer Chang holds degrees from the University of Chicago and the
University of Virginia. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in
Barrow Street, Gulf Coast, New England Review, Pleiades, Virginia
Quarterly Review, Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation, Best New
Poets 2005, and other publications. The title poem of her manuscript
The History of Anonymity received the 2004 Campbell Corner Poetry prize.
She is the 2005 Van Lier Fellow in Poetry at the Asian American Writers’
Workshop and was awarded the Louis Untermeyer scholarship to the 2005
Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. She teaches in the creative writing
program at Rutgers University.

Jon Pineda is the author of Birthmark (Southern Illinois University
Press, 2004), winner of the Crab Orchard Award Series in Poetry Open
Competition. A recipient of a Virginia Commission for the Arts Individual Artist
Fellowship, he is a graduate of James Madison University and of the MFA
program in creative writing at Virginia Commonwealth University, where
he received an AWP Intro Award for Poetry. His recent work has appeared in
Prairie Schooner, Sou’wester and various anthologies.

Fees & Financial Aid

Requests for financial aid should be made after acceptance to the
retreat. As Kundiman is a new non-profit, there is a very limited amount of
financial aid available. Awards will be given on a need-based basis.
Average award amount is $100. To keep the cost of the retreat low for
all participants, fees are not charged for workshops or programming. Room
and Board for the retreat is $300.

Application Process

Send five to seven (5-7) paginated, stapled pages of poetry, with your
name included on each page. Include a cover letter with your name,
address, phone number, e-mail address and a brief paragraph describing
what you would like to accomplish at the Kundiman Asian American Poets’
Retreat. Include a SAS postcard if you want an application receipt.
Manuscripts will not be returned. No electronic submissions, please.

Mail application to:

Kundiman
245 Eighth Avenue #151
New York, NY 10011

Submissions must be postmarked by March 1, 2006

Thursday, February 23, 2006

So . . .

Who's going to AWP? My department money came through. I'll see you there!

Tax Time is upon us again!

Remember, writers, there are a number of things you can declare as tax write-offs.

1. Paper
2. Books . . . and the shelves you recently purchased to hold those books.
3. Computer materials
4. Writing utensils
5. All travel for readings . . .
6. Postage
7. Photocopying expenses
8. Research materials

Anyway, you get the idea. Meredith sat down with our accountant yesterday and got us a modest refund. Happy number crunching, folks!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Snow Day, Valentines Day

I was surprised when I saw the ground covered in snow after fifty-some days of rain. I'm more surprised by my reaction . . . I was happy for the snow.

Anyway, I was thinking of bad gifts you could get your beloved (Don't worry, Meredith. I didn't get any of these things for you). These are in no particular order:


Vacuum
Cocktail Peanuts
A can of compressed air (for cleaning your computer keyboards)
Hair removal products
Anything having to do with cleaning--sponges, laundry soap, moist towelettes

Friday, February 03, 2006

Friday, Friday, Non-Sequitor

Just polished off a bizarre Thai-Chicken Noodle Salad. I have concerns.

Also, I'm noticing how disorganized my office books are, and it worries me. I can't have that. I'm usually quite organized, but the upheaval from the East Coast to the West Coast has challenged my organization skills. Outside of that . . . interesting things to talk about:

1) I'm going to AWP.

2) I should be getting money from my department.

3) I need to iron.

The later bit concerns me the most. As you can see, I'm full of concern these days. I'm concerned about the weather. I'm concerned about what to cook for dinner tonight. I'm concerned about the state of the world. I'm concerned about my students. I'm concerned about my social life (or lack of a social life). I'm concerned about my ironing. Meredith tells me that the slightly crinkled look is in and I have my doubts.

We have lots of chocolate in our house as well as a lot of bizarre German cookies.

My dad got me a massive hunting knife for my birthday (which isn't for another few weeks). His enclosed letter had lots of American flags on it.

I'm concerned about my family.

Big News

Dear friend and Kundiman co-guru, Joseph O. Legaspi's book, IMAGO, has been accepted for publication!


Huzzah!

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

And now you're cooking . . .

Blissfully productive day today. I think the first full day of sunshine in weeks helped my energy levels. I woke up at 6AM and then started on some household cleaning. The guys from Macy's came with a new dresser and I had moved furniture around the house to accommodate the new piece. Then I had to move all the furniture back. I did the laundry, washed the dishes, vacuumed (the furniture guys had very dirty shoes), took care of the dog (Jake's sick), and then settled in to some grading. I even had time to take Jake to the park and go to the gym for two hours.

Currently, I'm battling a new batch of student poems. They don't title their stuff and it bugs me for some reason.

Friday, January 20, 2006

The flowers on my desk are fake.

Yes. Fake. They're actually Meredith's flowers from our shared office in Utica. The fourth person this year walked by my office and admired my flowers. I always feel compelled to tell people they're not real. I just feel like I need to establish that contract between the viewer and the thing they're viewing. They're always shocked and inevitably, they wind up saying, "Well, they're beautiful anyway."

When I was twelve years old, the Malheur County Fair rolled through Ontario, right around early August. Naturally it was the thing to go see in a town with one bowling alley, a roller skating rink, a decaying mall, and one McDonalds franchise on the outskirts. Among all the midway games like the coin toss and the ring-on-the-bottle, was the freak tent. Really, no joking. The freak tent. Anyway, it was a quarter admission to get into the freak tent and for the day, the "Freak of the Week" was the snake girl. So my friends and I ponied up the quarters we would otherwise have spent on playing space invaders and entered the tent.

At the center of the tent was a raised, square platform. At each of the sides of the plantform were small wooden stairs. Solid wooden doors nailed together and on their sides rose up from the center of the platform, concealing the view of those who were in line, waiting to see the snake girl. The carnie in charge of the tent was quite aggressive about having only four people surrounding the stage. He smelled like a campfire and one of his boots had a hole at the ankle. He was losing his hair and part of what remained, he brushed over to the side in a slender, greasy comma.

When it was my turn to see the snake girl, I walked up the stairs and peered over the edge of the upright doors. At the center of the arena was sawdust. . . plenty of sawdust pilled up into a mound at the center. From the center of the mound, coiled the green body of a snake, maybe a boa constricter. However, from the center of that mound of sawdust, you could see the blinking eyes, hair, and forehead of a 20ish woman. The disturbing part of this was that her mouth was concealed by both the sawdust and the coil of the snake body. Even more disturbing was the knowledge that I had blown my quarter on a hoax.

So if you're walking by my office and you happen to see the flowers on my desk, before you begin to speak . . . let me tell you, they're fake.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

A Break From the Rain

Yesterday was sunny.

Here's the weather symbol I'm looking at for the rest of the week:



Friday, January 13, 2006

Alive and Well

For those of you who are concerned about my well-being, I'm alive. It's just very wet out here (it's been raining for 26 straight days), and I've been thinking a lot about my commute as well as a new quarter of classes.

If you're curious, I'm teaching another introduction to poetry class as well as an advanced seminar on poetry for undergrads. So I've been very busy on a MWF teaching schedule and when I'm home, I do a lot of school prep and a heck of a lot of vegetating and a lot of dog-running (sloshing?).

I've got some tenure-track paper work I need to be getting on shortly, and I've got some grant applications I'm preparing. Meanwhile I'm still sending poems out, so I've not entirely fallen off the face of the poetry planet.

I'm currently reading a book called Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies , by Jared Diamond, and it's absolutely fascinating.

For poetry and for the classes I'm teaching, I'm reading Leadbelly, by Tyehimba Jess, Here, Bullet, by Brian Turner, Lampblack & Ash by Simone Muench, Eat Quite Everything You See by Leslie Adrienne Miller, Voluntary Servitude by Mark Wunderlich, and Quipo by Arthur Sze.

So my plate is full. If you don't hear much from me, don't take it personally. I'm here and I'm still checking out your blogs and all that you do because I care. :D

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Car Windows and Reverie

My car's windshield got dinged by a pebble some time ago. It started as a small crack on the passenger side. Daily, I think, it's grown a millimeter or two since the incident. Today it had a growth spurt--I think the cold outside air and the warm inside defrosting air pushed the windshield to the brink. Now the car has a crack across the entire width of the windshield. It was somewhat embarassing to be driving around Bellingham with a shoddy-looking car. And the sad thing is, it's fairly new! Luckily my insurance is taking care of some of it. But the gradual growth of the crack gave me something to obsess over.

Somehow, this all made me think of poetry. I really have no explanation as to how my mind works these days. My writing's been really episodic of late. I'll write a bit, then move on. Write a bit, move on, etc.. I do believe that it's been hard for me to buckle down with my writing because of this commuter lifestyle I'm leading at the moment. Here's the thing . . . I tend to think of myself as a "project" writer. When I have a project in mind, I hang on to that project. Some may call that writing from obsession. . . I suppose I do obsess.

But when I'm commuting every other day through traffic, much of my non-travel days are spent thinking of travel, gearing up for travel, preparing my classes which I travel to . . . Additionally, it's not easy traffic (though Meredith's got it worse). There are lots of nutso drivers traveling the strip of I-5 we negotiate. On top of that, the weather's far from ideal for driving in the dark. And yes, it's dark when I leave my house and it's dark when I get home.

Needless to say, I haven't found a place of reverie that I enjoyed the years when I was living closer to my place of employment. My preoccupations have been consumed by gas prices, 60 mile drives, the cars around me.

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In other news, I have been writing, though not as spontaneously as I once have. It'll come. It'll expand. It'll crack.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Halloween's Coming!





I was trying to remember the last time I ever went "Trick-or-Treating." I think it was sometime around seventh or eighth grade. I can't recall what costume I wore for that last spin around the neighborhoods. It was probably something cheap, homemade, definitely not one of those glossy, plastic, store-bought costumes. I do remember that I didn't go as far into the neighborhoods as I had in my younger days. The whole idea of wandering in the sharp evening air left me with many doubts about the efficacy of "Trick-or-Treating" as a means of achieving a sick candy buzz.

I suspect I stopped dressing up for Halloween because I was tired of pretending. It all probably had a lot to do with going through puberty . . . I was in a hurry to be somebody, but I wasn't sure who that somebody was just yet.

Anyway, kids will be swarming the streets this Monday. We live in the suburbs, flanked by homes with children. Meredith's filling our candy cache. I did a little decorating around the house, stuffing a garbage bag witch with newspaper. The witch is a cheap 99 cent decoration, but she has her charms. There are also rubber bats, plastic spider webs, and jack-o-lanterns set here and there. Meredith has also bought me a costume. . . It's a felt Devil's mask. I suppose I'll carry my Halloween demons with me when I answer the door to the tune of sappy Halloween sounds (a disc Meredith also bought). Mere, of course, has a Frankenstein felt mask. The dog shall remain unmasked, though we do have a pink wig he likes to wear. He's pretty certain he's a dog. He likes being a dog.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Back in the swing of things; talking about the weather.

October is always one of my favorite months. In New York, the early part of October is when all the foliage starts to really turn colors. Here in Washington, some of that is happening too. Folks are no longer wearing shorts (I hate wearing shorts, by the way), and the scarves, hats, and winter gear are getting taken out of their boxes and placed in the high-use drawers. Personally, I always enjoyed dressing for Fall. The mornings are crisp and cold, but in the afternoons it might be warm enough to wear a light jacket.

Also, school seems to be running full tilt. I know now I don't feel as wound-up about prepping for classes. A routine has settled in and that always seems good for both my teaching and my writing.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Dipping Back In

. . . to the Prose Poem all because of a graduate course I'm teaching this quarter. You know it's psychologically difficult to switch from "lineated verse" to "non-lineated verse." Quotes are up because the class is in the midst of grappling with the issues of genre.

If you're curious, here's the reading list:

Models of the Universe. Ed. Stuart Friebert and David Young. Oberlin: Oberlin College Press. 1995.
Edson, Russell. The Tunnel: Selected Poems. Oberlin: Oberlin College Press. 1994.
Volkman, Karen. Spar. Iowa City: University of Iowa Press. 2002.
Simic, Charles. The World Doesn't End. San Diego: Harcourt Brace. 1989.
Tost, Tony. Invisible Bride. Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press. 2004.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

You'll want to strap on those dancing shoes for . . .

TAKES 3 To TANGO: A Dance Party Extravaganza!!!!


The even is co-sponsored by Cave Canem and Bloom Magazine.

TAKES 3 TO TANGO: A DanceParty Extravaganza


Ever want to dance true tango style? Rose in your teeth? Love in the air? Well, cariño, your time has arrived. Takes 3 to Tango features tango lessons, free flowing wine, glittering poetry and dancing to your favorite hip hop and funk beats! Come on out and shake your groove-thing for a fabulous cause. All proceeds will benefit programs for LGBT, African American, and Asian American writers. A portion of the proceeds will also be donated to The Red Cross Katrina Disaster Relief Fund.

• Free Tango Lessons from 8:30 – 9pm
• Open Wine Bar from 9 – 10pm
• Free Gold Roses given out (for dancin’ and romancin’ of course!)

Your Illustrious Host Committee:

Minnie Bruce Pratt, Mark Doty, Regie Cabico, Father Francis Gargani, Bishop Alfred Johnson, Walter Mosley, Vijay Seshadri, Patricia Smith & John Yau

The 411:

Saturday, September 24, 2005
The LGBT Community Center
208 West 13th Street (between 7th and 8th Avenues)
8:00 p.m – Midnite

$20 Advance Tickets

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Here's why . . .

you should be jumping up and down: Clicky!

Congratulations to Barbara Jane Reyes!!!

More to come . . . But in the meantime, wander over to Barbara Jane's blog and give her the thumbs up and a big hug.

You'll see why soon enough.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Fun with pet doors.


Fun with pet doors.
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
Our new house has a pet door. Yay!

Rushmore.


Rushmore.
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
This is from the third day of our trip from New York to the West Coast. We stopped off in South Dakota to look at Mt. Rushmore. It was VERY cold and rainy. Of course, on the way back, I got lost. It was by far the worst travel day.

Tennis with Mike and Sue.


Tennis with Mike and Sue.
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
I needed a break from all the packing, so I played tennis with the tennis pro, Mike, and our friend Sue.

Jake the Dork.


Jake the Dork.
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
This is our dog with a goofy expresion on his face. As you can see, the apartment is bare.

Last days in Utica.


Last days in Utica.
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
The last few days in Utica were gorgeous. This one's after the movers had come. Basically the folding chair on the porch is the last of the furniture. Jake's by the door.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Arrivals

Meredith and I arrived safely. So did our stuff, for the most part. The furniture had dings and a few glass items were broken, but for the most part nothing was lost. I've now got all my utilities up and running. We are, however, completely broke. Moving's so gosh darn expensive! I must say, that I am glad I wasn't driving the truck. The last time I moved across the country, I drove a Ryder truck towing my own truck behind from Arizona to Pennsylvania. I'd wake up every day feeling completely stressed out. It wasn't so bad for me this time, though I think Meredith was a bit overwhelmed.

And as for the Pacific Northwest. . . it's beautiful and sunny. I can see the mountains in the distance and there's a nice cool breeze blowing through the windows.

I'll write more soon.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Moving week

So many things to do, people!

I've been packing all day. Meredith and I have decided that some of the stuff we have shall remain in boxes for awhile, since we only plan on living in our new place for a year. Nevertheless, that's a lot of boxes. We're running out of places to put them. I've packed up all my books, CD's, and most of my closet. We just have the office and a few odds and ends left to put away. We've made pretty good time. The movers will be here either Friday or Saturday. I love how they dictate when the move will actually take place.

Anyway, I'm going to be away from blogland for what's likely to be a couple of weeks.

Until then, I want you all to be safe, be well, and write beautiful poems.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

After All . . .

. . . is said and done, proper credit is due to some fabulous people and organizations who made the Kundiman 2005 retreat possible:


Sponsors

Aaron Baker
Anonymous (The Love Song Scholarship)
The Chang Family
Nick Carbo (The Carbonator Scholarship)
Melissa Nolledo-Christoffels (The Wilfrido D. Nolledo Scholarship)
Oliver de la Paz (The Carlos Bulosan Scholarship)
Rigoberto Gonzalez (The Con Tinta Faculty Scholarship)
Mary Chi Kim
Carolyn Micklem
The Peters Ruston Bequest at The University of Virginia
Jon Pineda (The Alice Selover Scholarship)
Eileen Tabios (The Galatea Scholarship)
The University of Virginia Alumni Association
C. Dale Young (The Young Ten-Loy Faculty & Student Scholarships)
The New York Foundation for the Arts


Also proper credit to the faculty for the retreat: Lawson Inada, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Patrick Rosal

To the staff: Sarah Gambito, Joseph Legaspi, and Vikas Menon

And finally, to the fellows who were the stars of this retreat.

Kundi-crew


Kundi-crew
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Front Row L to R (kneeling): Vikas Menon, Tamiko Beyer, Kelly Tsai, Yim Tan Lisa Wong.

Middle Row L to R: Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Patrick Rosal, Purvi Shah, Sarah Gambito, Chi Lam, Jennifer Fang-Chien, Phayvanh Luekhamhan, Ching-In Chen, Margaret Rhee, Melissa Roxas, Joan Dy

Back Row L to R: Oliver de la Paz, Jon Pineda, Gein Wong, R.A. Villanueva, Joseph Legaspi, Yuzun Kang, Neil Aitken, Lawson Inada, Jee Leong Koh, Marlon Esguerra.

Not pictured: Rona Jia Luo (Sorry Rona!)

Group massage!


Group massage!
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We all needed massages after 4 rigorous days of poetry!

The lovely Sarah Gambito, Executive Director and co-founder of Kundiman

Sarah Gambito, you rock!

Veronica in concert!


Veronica in concert!
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Cutie, Veronica, gives Kundiman a piano concert. She plays a MEAN piano. She also reads faster than me. She plowed through the new Harry Potter book in one day!

Lawson directs(?) Group 3


Lawson directs(?) Group 3
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Lawson Inada is just as surprised by Group 3's fabulous collaboration as we were. Kelly Tsai danced while Neil Aitken, Tamiko Beyer, Melissa Roxas, and Joan Dy read a collaborative poem.

Pat Rosal reads from "Uprock . . ."

Pat at the faculty reading, rocking the house with his poems.

Pat gets serious in his workshop


Pat gets serious in his workshop
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Yes, we sang songs and goofed around, but let's not forget that we were all at Kundiman for the poetry workshops. Here Patrick leads his workshop group in a writing exercise.

Lawson's workshop with Group 1


Lawson's workshop with Group 1
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Cool cat, Lawson Inada leans way back in his chair as his workshop group hands out poems.

Aimee's workshop


Aimee's workshop
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Aimee Nezhukumatathil gets into a meditative state before her poetry workshop begins.

Jennifer reads off her laptop


Jennifer reads off her laptop
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Poor Jennifer had troubles with the printer all week. However, she managed to print a copy of one of her poems for the final China Buffet reading.

Spark Exercise on Day 1


Spark Exercise on Day 1
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Chi Lam catches a glimpse of the camera as her group studiously writes an Exquisite Corpse.

The first salon reading


The first salon reading
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All eyes are on Rona Luo as she reads for the first Poetry Salon.

Fiction Spy and guitarist extraordinaire, Jon Wei

Patrick's good buddy and honorary Kundiman Fiction Writer/Lead Guitarist Jon Wei tells us all that we're going to appear, in one form or another, in a story he's writing.

Kelly reads as Joan looks on


Kelly reads as Joan looks on
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Before the public got to see her on HBO, we got to see her.

Kelly reacts to her Def Jam performance

And Kelly was overcome with emotion after all of us cheered as she appeared on the big screen. She, of course, rocked! There's Yuzun to her left and Neil to her right.

The crowd at Orbitz watching Kelly Tsai on Def Jam

Kundiman took over a bar in Charlottesville. Orbitz graciously allowed us to change the channel from SportsCenter to HBO's Def Comedy Jam. One of the Kundiman Fellows, Kelly Tsai, was scheduled to perform. The whole troupe of Kundiman fellows, faculty, and staff attended.

Lawson accompanied by Pat and Jon on guitar

Lawson gave the Kundi crowd a great performance at China Buffet as Jon Wei and Patrick Rosal played music to his poems.

Kundiman Co-Founder and Program Director Joseph Legaspi reads his SEXY and SIZZLING poem

Joseph was openly challenged by Ching-In Chen to write a poem entitled, "I'm Sexy Hot Sizzle" or something like that. Anyway, Joseph came to bat, reading his hilarious poem at China Buffet.

Dorm Room Sing-Alongs


Dorm Room Sing-Alongs
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Almost every night, we closed the evening with sing-alongs in Joseph and Sarah's room. There's R.A. Villanueva, John Wei, and Patrick Rosal entertaining us. They're DAMN good.

We all wanted to pose with the babies

We were so happy to have Jon and Amy come to Charlottesville for the conference. Amy's right in the center with two kiddies on her lap.

Bald is beautiful!


Bald is beautiful!
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Marlon Esguerra, Jon Pineda, and myself pose in front of a wide-screen TV. We couldn't figure out how to turn it off. Note the right of the screen says, "Suga."

Like I said, Jon wanted to kiss everyone


Jon wanted to kiss everyone


Jon wanted to kiss everyone
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Joseph is the recipient of some lovin', courtesy of Jon Pineda who has his arm around Purvi. Jon just couldn't get enough love from everyone.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Kundiman Day 3 1/4

Quick Summary:

AMAZING day today. Jon Pineda taught the "Spark Writing" session and used Du Fu's line, "One by one the stars go out" as the prompt. The fellows went straight to work and churned out amazing poems that left many of us with our jaws on the floor.

Later in the evening, we had the Kundiman Gala retreat reading. There were lots of tears of love and lots of celebrations. It's hard to really describe it and do it justice . . . Anyway, each of the three groups had to designate a reader for the gala to read alongside the faculty. Patrick as always wowed us with his fabulous reading. Aimee was equally as spectacular. . . and Lawson offered his spot on the docket to his workshop students. Together, they performed a fantastic collaborative piece while Kelly Tsai did interpretive movements.

We loitered around for a bit after the reading and then we all headed to Sarah and Joseph's suite. Patrick, Jon Wei, Ron V., and Jon Pineda jammed on guitars while the rest of us were drinking bad whiskey. We capped off the musical celebration with the Kundiman rendition of John Cougar Mellencamp's Jack and Diane

After, we went as a whole conference to Orbitz, a bar on The Corner. They tuned the television to HBO's Def Poetry Jam and let us watch Kelly Tsai's fabulous performance.

All in all, we had a very busy day. I'm tired and again it's almost 2AM.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Kundiman Day 2 1/4

Last night, after the circle/salon reading (which was amazing, by the way) Patrick, Patrick's buddy Jon Wei, Ron V., and myself went looking for tennis courts. I swear I had passed them on my way to the dorms. Alas, my memory isn't as good as it used to be. I lead us straight to a lighted parking lot that had police tape draped from one lamp post to another (it looked like a lighted court with a tennis-net to me). So we ended up walking back towards the dorms to the lighted basketball court where I shot poorly. It started to rain while we were out there and we were more or less talking about what sports we were involved in during our youth. I think I was the only wrestler.

After we wrapped up on the basketball courts, we headed out to The Jabberwocky, a local college watering hole where other Kundiman folks were gathered. Patrick bought a bunch of folks some shots. Everyone was talking poetry. At this point it's close to 1:30AM, so I headed on back to the dorms.

Apparently folks were up until 3AM singing Bob Marley tunes. Again it was tough getting up this morning. Thankfully, Jon Pineda's leading the Spark Writing sessions today.

Stay tuned, more coming.

P.S. I guess you'll have to wait on Kundiman pictures until I get back. I stupidly brought the wrong adapter. Sorry!

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Kundiman Day 1 1/2

The students arrived yesterday and it was good to see some familiar faces. We had a circle meeting after dinner where we introduced ourselves and it rained. Outside one of the windows, you could see the water pouring down the steps in a large stream.

In the evening, we shared one poem. All the poets were fantastic. We were even in tears for some of the readings.

I picked up Lawson Inada later that evening and he was is usual self: charming as all heck. I consider Lawson kindred of sorts because we know some of the same Japanese American families from my home town.

The next day, we did the usual orientation stuff and students broke into their respective workshop groups. I'm a bit tired at the moment, since I didn't get to bed until around 2AM and I've been up since 7AM. I'm on a break right now, so I may take a nap.

Anyway, I've been snapping away with my digital camera, so I'll post some pictures soon.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Post Fourth.

I'm cleaning out the office today. I've packed most of the book cases, now it's down to clearing out all the files I've hoarded for the past four years. The room looks much bigger without the book cases. The dog doesn't seem to notice, though.

In fact, he doesn't seem to notice much of anything. Last night I was doing a little more packing when the fireworks started to go off in the park. We live across the street from a ski slope where they launch the city's big Fourth of July Extravaganza. Anyway, the fireworks were booming above our heads. We both went to the back deck and watched a bit. Jake's ears just raised a little. He pointed his nose skyward looking at the explosions, then he sat down and demanded attention. Basically he sat in front of me obscuring my view of the festivities.

Everyone in Utica seemed to be at the ski park. Some annoying people attempted to park in someone else's back yard, citing that it was "Bob's house and Bob lets us park there." Maybe so, but the tenets who live there and pay Bob rent had no place to park. There were loads and loads of cars stacked fender to fender down all the side streets leading to the park. It's a wonder where all these people come from, since most of the time I find the place to be a little dead.

At the end of the night, around 10 or so, they fired all the fireworks. Jake didn't seem to mind that, either.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Lots of stuff goin' on

First off, I'm in the midst of packing all my books. For those of you who know me and have been to my various abodes over the years, you know that I have a lot of books. In the den, between Meredith and I, we've got four large 5-shelf bookcases plus another longer 3-shelf book case. I've also got 5 folding book cases in the office. All of these book cases are filled with books, some of which are stacked flat on their backs for more space. So far I've filled 27 file-boxes and I haven't even started on the office. A mover was here in mid-June. He took one look at all the books and said, "Well, there's your weight." Not a good thing, since they charge by the pound on these moving trucks. Luckily, I can get rid of a lot of my rhetoric and composition books, since I won't be teaching rhet-comp at Western Washington.

Also, Meredith and I settled on some movers after going through a lot of hoops in terms of scheduling site visits, negotiating prices, accounting for reimbursement with our various institutions, etc..

Finally, we found a rental house! It'll be in Lake Stevens. That's further south than I'd like to be, but it'll definitely be better for Meredith who has to commute every day. Moving day's only three weeks away!

Monday, June 27, 2005

I'm sore

This past Saturday, one of our "dog-walking-friends," invited me to her health club for "tips" with the tennis pro. I used to play tennis every day when I was in high school. I played a whole bunch when I was a grad-student, though Arizona's a really HOT place to play tennis. When I lived in Gettysburg, PA, I played quite a bit with the Gettysburg Review folks. In the winters, we'd convert the basketball gym into a tennis court with a roll-away volleyball net. After I moved to Utica, I stopped. I guess I got lazy about it . . . you know, moving to a new area, trying to find hitting partners, etc.. I tried to find hitting partners when I first got into town, but then it became evident that no one on faculty played. So, I gave up.

Recently, I got bit by the tennis bug. When we were in Paris, I tried to get tickets to see the French Open and got as far as the gate. Now Wimbledon's on television and I've been watching the matches. I've been driving out to the courts and practicing serves. I'm glad that I can still hit a serve, though it's pretty much the only shot I have left. It's funny, but it's one of the harder shots to execute after time off and yet it's giving me no trouble. The problem now is my groundstrokes are bloody awful. I've been spraying balls all over the courts. There's a hitting wall on one of the courts and I've been trying to hit against the thing. I'll be doing fine for a little while, then frame a shot and spray a ball over the fence. It's all quite humiliating.

Anyway, our friend scheduled lessons with a tennis pro at her club and the DUDE had me running all over the court. I think he thought I was younger than I looked. Let me tell you, I was sucking wind after twenty minutes. He did mention that he could tell I used to play a lot, and that made me feel better about my game.

So, if I've been away from blogging, it's partically because I'm trying to salvage my tennis game. Maybe I'll see you guys on the courts?

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Paperwork!

Just when I thought I was safe, paperwork has crept back into my life. I'm in the midst of choosing movers, doing the paperwork so that I can get reimbursed for my move, filling out forms for grant money, doing things for our upcoming wedding, and planning stuff for my Kundiman Spark exercise. And you thought Summers were for relaxation?

Friday, June 17, 2005

Books I'm TRYING to read . . .

I'm emphasizing "trying" because I've got ZERO attention span at the moment. On my bedside table are Rushdie's Satanic Verses and Catch 22. I tried reading Catch 22 on a train to New York a few weeks ago. Instead, I watched the man next to me consume four beers, two mini bottles of whiskey, three hot dogs, and two bags of potato chips. Sorry Yossarian, but this dude was way more interesting. He then tried to sleep, but these old ladies from some strange religious tour group from England were yak-yak-yakking about how glorious the countryside was, and how glorious their hats were. He kept shouting from underneath a coat he had over his head, "Excuse me!" The ladies would then lower their voices a few pitches, but then raise them as they got excited. This went on for four hours. As I said, it all made for better theatre than Catch 22.

I stopped reading Satanic Verses because of portability. There are a few things that crossed my mind as I started to read the novel: 1) It's a big book. 2) I'm going to travel a lot 3) I'm going to visit some folks in South Carolina, North Carolina, and Virginia 4) I'm a bald Asian man and I don't want to wander airports carrying Satanic Verses when I know in my passport I have a stamp from Morocco. (By the way, on my recent international flights, my trip to Morocco surfaced every time I passed through customs).

So as you can see, these are my reasons for not finishing things. I guess I should read poetry books instead of novels, yes? Although I can say that I finished The Sweet Hereafter by Russell Banks while I was in Paris, so I have one novel down. The goal that I set every year is to read at least four novels for the summer. I'm well short of that goal at the moment. I'll keep trying.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Sacre Coeur


Sacre Coeur
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It started as an overcast day but then turned sunny, bright, and hot when we left the site of the Sacre Coeur. After we scaled what seemed like thousands of steps to get to the top of the hill, we were accosted by several street artists who kept trying to hustle us for a portraiture.

Mass was in session in the Sacre Coeur and you're not supposed to take photos of the inside, anyway. Apparently it was kids day because there was a throng of children surrounding the altar to the front on their knees with several nuns.

Grave of Marguerite Duras


Grave of Marguerite Duras
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Yet another grave from Cemetiere Montparnasse. As you walk through the front gate of the cemetary and hang a left past the information bureau, you'll see Marguerite's grave. There were two potted flowers on top of the stone, but otherwise it was an unadorned grave compared to some of the others we saw. I think it's time to re-read The Lover. She's always been one of my favorite authors.

More Snapshots from Paris


The Thinker
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I believe Suzanne asked if we went to the Rodin museum. Indeed we did. As you can see, the weather was gorgeous. In fact, most of the time we were in Paris it was in the high 70's to low 80's.

We had just hit the Rodin museum before closing time, so the park was nearly empty.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Patrick's Sleeves


Patrick's Sleeves
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
Aimee had a beautiful wedding ceremony.

I'd give you details, but I think Aimee should post first. Anyway, here's a teaser image. Our dear friend Patrick wore a shirt I covet. Check out the cuffs! Totally cool!

The Underside of the Eiffel Tower

If you've never been to Paris and you've always wondered what it looks like beneath the Eiffel Tower . . . here you go.

Blurry Placard for Susan Sontag's Grave

Meredith and I explored the Cimetiere du Montparnasse. I wanted to find the graves of Guy de Maupassant, Charles Baudelaire, and Man Ray. Instead we found the graves of Marguerite Duras, Bressai, Tristan Tzara, Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir, and yes . . . Susan Sontag. Her grave, since it's new, was covered in flowers.

A Fountain Ornament


A Fountain Ornament
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One of the famous fountain ornaments from Centre Pompidou. The fountain was drained when we were there, so I was a little disappointed. Earlier, we had coffee and sandwiches at a corner cafe facing Pompidou. Some Throat Singers of Tuva were performing right at the entrance to the museum.

Musee d'Orsay


Musee d'Orsay
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Meredith and I were lost in this beautiful museum. I still can't get over the fact that they allowed people to take photos of art-work (not flash photos). I couldn't bring myself to take photos of any of the paintings and sculptures. Anyway, at the very front, you may be able to make out images of shadow puppets near the clock.

Back from Paris


At the foot of Notre Dame
Originally uploaded by odelapaz.
You've all seen monuments, etc. Here's an interesting shot of two young ladies sitting at the foot of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. They were laughing at all the "Silly Americans" posing for group photos.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Blog Hiatus

As you read below, I'm going to be "out of town" for a spell. I'll be sipping coffee, strolling down promenades, shopping, and museum hopping. In the meantime, don't do anything silly while I'm gone. Joseph.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Summer Vacation and Secrets Revealed

Hey, y'all. Many of you guessed my secret. Meredith and I are engaged! Ring photos to follow shortly. Anyway, to celebrate our engagement. We're going to Paris. If you're curious, here's our rough itinerary:


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Wed. May 18

Arrive in Charles de Gaule airport, Bercy gardens, Pere La Chaise cemetary.

Thurs. May 19

Ile de la cite & Marais (Notre Dame, Place behind Notre Dame, Concergerie, Sainte Chappelle, Pont St. Michel, Petit Pont, Pont Neuf, Place des Vosges, Opera de Paris Bastille, Musee Picasso, Hotel de Ville) Ice cream across from Pont au Double “Le Bertillon.”

Fri. May 20

Beaubourg & les Halles (Pompidou Center, Café Beaubourg, Forum de Halles, St. Eustache church?, La Samaritaine dept. Store, Jardin des Tuileries, Le Louvre, Palais Royal, Rue de Rivoli, Hot chocolate on Rue Rivoli, Jardin de Tuileries.

Sat. May 21

St. Germain de Pres & Latin Quarter (Les Deux Magots, Brasserie Lipp, Musee d’Orsay, M St. Michel, M Odeon, little streets back where toy shop is, Pantheon) Moules frites restaurant down from Pantheon Bateaux mouche daytime.

Sun. May 22

Jardin des Plantes & Invalides & Eiffel Tower quarter (Institut Musulman, Institut du Monde Arabe, Napoleon’s tomb, Musee Rodin, Trocadero, gardens at Troc., Eiffel Tower).

Mon. May 23

Place de la Concorde, walk up Champs-Elysees to Arc de Triomphe, Petit Palais, Grand Palais.

Tues. May 24

Dinner: Le Relais de Venise steakhouse, 271, bd Péreire (Porte Maillot) 17th Arr. Montmartre (Sacre-Coeur, St. Pierre de Montmartre, Au Lapin Agile, Place du Tertre, Place des abbesses, Moulin Rouge, Dali or Fourney museum).

Wed. May 25

Porte de Vanves--strolling Montparnasse-Crepes for lunch, La Defense (la Grande Arche, office buildings).


Thur. May 26

Breathing.

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Somewhere in there, we'll see the new Star Wars movie. When we get back, we've got to high-tail it to Aimee's wedding. The Summer kicks off with a bang!

Friday, May 13, 2005

Finally, all done grading.

Yup. I'm finished for the semester. For the past week I've been a grading machine. Now I'm in the midst of cleaning out my office. It's amazing how much stuff I've accumulated over the past four years.

I just went through my closet. There were over two-hundred unclaimed portfolios handed in by students. I was going through some of them and I was shocked at how I had forgotten so many names/faces. I used to be really good at keeping names and faces of students straight, but now I found I couldn't remember 3/4ths of the folks.

So now, I'm offically on Summer Vacation. I lounged around the house today, drinking coffee slowly, and watching recaps of SportsCenter. I checked my e-mail a half-dozen times, and I read trashy pop-culture magazines.

By the way, Meredith and I are going to Paris this coming Tuesday. For those of you who are LOUSY at keeping secrets, it's sort of our pre-honeymoon.

I'll bring back some cheese for you guys.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Fishouse is Live

Hey folks, Fishouse is live. Check it out. I've got a few poems posted as do fellow bloggers Aimee, Barb, and Patrick.

For those of you unfamiliar with a couple of folks, might I direct your attention to the work of Brian Turner and Steve Scafidi?

Brian's a sweet guy. I met him at AWP in Vancouver this year. His favorite drink is a White Russian. Check out his poem, "Here, Bullet."

And Steve's a cabinet maker living in West Virginia. He's also a sweetheart. If you listen closely to the audio recording, you can hear chickens in the background. I recommend "To Whoever Set My Truck on Fire."

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Do you listen to music when you write?

I spoke with the poet/writer Eric Gansworth about this at length when he came to Utica for a reading in 2002. Anyway, Eric's one of the most prolific artists I know. He also does almost all his composition while music is blaring in the background.

I have to say that I also write when there's music going. The music has to be all instrumental, though. There can't be any vocals, otherwise I'm apt to get Earworms. So the music I listen to ranges anywhere from Classical (rarely), to Classical Jazz (most often), to odd-ball instrumental groups like The Dirty Three and The Rachel's.

Still, a lot of writers I know need complete silence. What type of writer are you? Do you need the background noise to compose? Do you utilize the sounds in your environment? Do you need absolute silence when you write?

Reading Conundrum

Dear Ruth is having a reading dilemma. Go help her here.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Secrets part II.

Shhhhhhh. . .

Last day of classes

Today's the last day of classes. I'll be lugging around a ton of portfolios by the end of the day. Poor me!

I had promised my Advanced Poetry class a pizza party, but I have no money. I mean, really. . . I have no money. So I'm not sure what to do. I think I can scrounge together a few leftover pieces of candy and cookies.

One of my former professors came in on the last day with a bottle of port. I suppose I could do that, but . . . I don't really like port, and I don't want to part with any of the liquor we have in the house.

Got any suggestions? Should I just bag it and say I can't buy you guys pizza because I'm poor, or should I try to put something together with whatever's in the house . . . OR, should I bite the bullet and buy a damn pizza?

*sigh*

Welcome Ruth!

Please welcome my dear sister/friend, Ruth Ellen Kocher to the blog world!

Not only is she a fantastic writer, but she's one of the sweetest people I know.

Glad you could join us, Ruth.