looking at cartoon nuclei all afternoon reminds me that jen k. and i talked sunday night about a calling a summit of local lit organizers (magazines ed., presses, reading series coord's, etc.) to figure out how to make more of a noise for the new, the forward, the sometimes-not-a-parable-starring-moi poetry. one of jen's ideas is to get a table at the printer's row book fair next summer- a.k.a. the annual joyce carol oates lovefest- to collectively pee on a little corner of chicago's lit landscape out in the open. the operatives will be contacted forthly.

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looking at cartoon ueteruses all afternoon reminds me that tomorrow night we're going to SmartBar for a little steppin. the line-up is a friend plus other all lady djs. going, that is, if the sox don't have to play a game 5, and my caffeine-laced Geritol holds. haven't been to the Smarty B. since courting J with my batman dance in '97.