Last night we picked up Jeff and Maureen from the airport and went to Murphy's for dinner/drinks. My favorite thing we talked about was designing a chart to be titled "Big in the '80s" with bubbles of varying sizes, corresponding to just how big that thing was. But I can't decide if it's better to keep it real (e.g., "AIDS") or get shit wrong, like include stuff from the early '90s. Of course we were quickly shouting out "Disco!" and "Movable type!" I like people who aren't afraid/ashamed to push a joke to its logical limits, eventually rendering it quite unfunny. You don't know what the barrier is until you break it. To put it another way, there's only one way to prove that dishes don't wash themselves.
Within the next 24 hours, at least a few more out-of-towners are arriving, among them Chris Starkey, Sam Starkweather and Chris Tonelli. I have created a Venn diagram to illustrate syllabic overlap among their names.
Does that even make sense? Did I spell "Chris" correctly? This diagram is dedicated to Kathy Rooney.
Yesterday I had lunch with yet another Chris, family name of Marstall, who, it turns out, knows both the CEO and IT guy where I work. (Motherfucker knows everybody. I guess that's what happens when you stay in Boston for a while, since the non-transient population is only like, 5,000.) We talked about our mutual dislike of the pressure to tip "well" (i.e. 20%+), regardless of quality of service, and conversations that begin with "What have you been up to?"
Nonetheless, I'm going to tell you what I've been up to (only the things that aren't the same every day, duh): Buying a big dresser at a secondhand store and lugging it up the stairs with John (which made my ass really sore) and putting all my clothes in it; hanging art, some of which fell down due to thinness of walls; revising a sucky poem, which still sucks; slowly reading a book of Joy Williams stories on the train (Taking Care). I find these stories devastating, even the ones that aren't very good. Oh also I bought some new clothes. Summ'ry ones. Oh, also: This issue of Ekleksographia (I promise I didn't just type a bunch of random letters) curated by Amy King; includes great poems by my awrsome friends Dan Boehl, Heather Green, Farrah Field and the aforementioned Starkweather.
It's a promise: After this weekend I will post some pics of the apartment and peeps in it. See you soon.