September 2010
42 posts
I made a pizza at 8am this morning. Then I wrapped it in my grandmother’s tinfoil. She brought me cookies this weekend. The tinfoil was a leftover from my consumption. After I wrapped the pizza I went to the gym to get toasty with Andre. I am not sure if Andre is dead still. We toasted our chests and triceps. They feel crispy right now. I believe Andre spent his evening painting some wood....
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I made a pizza at 8:30am. I put egg, pepperoni, honey, and cheese on it. I did not take a picture. I wrapped it in tinfoil and went to the gym. At the gym I toasted my back and quads and threw a medicine ball around a basketball court. When I left the gym I opened the tinfoil and ate the pizza with my dead friend Andre from Colombia. If you don’t remember, I mentioned somewhere on the...
another interview between two people exists... →
I am melting little people
This semester I am teaching a fiction class. I made all my students make ‘modes of contributing to the internet’. Most of them started blogs or twitter accounts. They are baby geniuses. I’ve been collecting my favorite lines and combining them. Here is an excerpt:
“I had a crush on a guy in second grade because he complimented my hello kitty lunchbox. He then morphed into...
Some poet with an MFA from Iowa wrote a blog post... →
A poet named ‘Amy’ said I’m not the next Michael Chabon and shit on MFA programs and then said something about ‘Faber & Faber’ which I guess is some sort of publisher. Later, the poet said I ramble and then called me a writer. The whole article feels weird.
