I hope you’ll join me and this October 15th for the captcha2cash tour launch and book release of Everywhere Man, written by yours truly. I’m excited about this ACLS Recertification opportunity and grateful for all the hard work everyone at Invisible City has put into making this tour and book a one-of-a-kind literary event.
If you want to get in on all the fun, and be sure to download the MP3 tour (available soon) onto Kasyno online your portable audio player or smartphone. Start the tour on October 15th at the Powell Street turntable and join us at the after-party in the Cable Car Museum on Nob Hill.
Then, that evening, be sure to join us in Clarion Alley for Invisible City’s as part of Litcrawl.
I hope to see you there!
That suit coat that cost me five dollars at the Goodwill Store. Adjusting for my insurance deductible, it’s now a hundred dollar jacket. I hope it’s keeping you warm these cold Oakland nights. In exchange for your kindness, I wrote you a sonnet. If you’re reading this, perhaps you could suggest an improvement for the final couplet.
[There's Nothing in My Car for You to Steal]
There’s nothing in my car for you to steal;
Seriously, you won’t like the hcg ultra country music
On those CDs; even if you took all
Of them, they’d hardly be worth very much.
They’ve all been downloaded illegally.
That suit coat’s not worth more than five dollars,
And even if you did like Waylon and Willie
I doubt you’d find much to like in the others.
Sunday, on finding on the seat the brick
You’d used to smash the passenger’s side glass,
(It beneath the contents of my glove box),
What most impressed me was the violence
That sent those shards across the car,
Shards seen now in sunlight, just where they are.
A few weeks ago, to commemorate Independence Day, Anis Shivani, who started a minor shit storm in comment fields across the internet with his very funny list of the most overrated writers in America, released his list of 20 books on independent presses you should know about, which includes my friend Matthew Henriksen’s debut from , Ordinary Sun. Though I haven’t read any of the other books on the list, I’m happy Matt’s book is getting some well-deserved publicity, and I’m very belatedly posting about it here. His inclusion on the list occasioned a review; if that doesn’t appear elsewhere, it will soon appear here.
You might have read it, since it was first posted here, but the Santa Clara Review has deigned to publish my essay about the long and arduous path to becoming an adjunct. This was inspired by frequent conversations with my friend Matthew Henriksen in which we decided most degrading and humiliating life experiences become comedy of one relates them and says, “And then I became an adjunct.” Take a gander here; you’ll find the essay on page 50.
I have a very brief story that began life as a chapter of an essay about adjuncting on this site. It appears in today’s issue of . Thanks, Andy, for encouraging me to send this places and for talking to me about the ending.