Saturday, February 28, 2009

Please To Let Me Know

If you heard that someone was eating chocolate-covered pretzels for dinner, what (oh what) would you think of her?

And if this same person dipped the chocolate-covered pretzels in peanut butter before eating them?

What then?

Friday, February 27, 2009


Every semester the writing center gets a lot of undergrad "customers" in clusters right when a certain psych paper is due, about stages of human development as defined by Erik Erikson. In this, my fourth semester as a tutor there, I'm now pretty familiar with Erikson's theories because I've read the same paper so many times. And I like them. As I just told a student, it's interesting to me that a psychologist wouldn't necessarily need to stop charting someone's social progress once they reached adulthood. If an adult at age 55 still valued "finding a soul mate" (intimacy vs. isolation, stage 6) over "living a life of meaning"(generativity vs. stagnation, stage 7), this might be seen as a red flag on par with a teenager still sucking his thumb.

It occurs to me that I and many people I'm friends with, at our tender age, are seesawing between stages 6 and 7, leaning a little more toward 7 -- though Erikson would posit that we wouldn't be ready for that for another 10 years. Is that a writer thing? Does it go along with the emerging theory that humans are getting smarter? It's all quite a delightful mind-bend. The Wikipedia article here.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I Need A Roommate Pretty Bad

Hey, come live with me for March and/or April. Do you want to? I'm loath to go to Craigslist for this, being so naive and advantage-taken-able, so I'm putting out the appeal to all my blog-reading friends (and also their friends).

I have a nice one-bedroom in the area just north of Columbia University, close to Dinosaur BBQ and Fairway. You, the roommate, would get the bedroom.

Email me and I'll tell you more. amnazz at gmail dot com.


Also: If you haven't taken a look at WHFR's new site, you should. Bangbay, under the supervision of Vern, worked extremely hard on it and both should be congratulated!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Admonition/Your Life Is Bounteous

Men interested in women: Don't try to get a woman's website URL by telling her, "Show me yours, and I'll show you mine." It is not sexy.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Last night while I was DJing, Andrew got into the DJ booth. As I hugged him he said, "Don't hug me, I'm dirty." He showed me that he had tar all over his arms. He said that he was exhausted from mixing drywall all day, pouring tar, doing other things, and smoking pot, also all day. His coat smelled like pot.

Later, he came to the sill of the DJ booth and put his arms on it and his head on his arms. He said, "Can I come home with you? Do you have clean socks and a shower?" We talked about Dungeons and Dragons. He instructed me in how to make salmon burgers from canned salmon. He said, "Do you have breadcrumbs? Are they flavored or plain? Do you have an egg?" then fell asleep with his head on the sill of the DJ booth. When he woke up he took pliers out of his pocket and fiddled with the mixer, grounding the speakers.

Sunday, February 22, 2009


New South is out! One-Page Stories is also out (up)! I am in them both, and very happy to be.

Nevertheless, I feel very agitated and dissatisfied today. I wish something new would come along to fill me with bliss.

I'm writing a new story about the M4 bus, and wishing it was not raining.

I saw my poetfriend Todd Colby last night for the first time in about ten years, and saw him read, and thought it was great guns. Todd is just about the nicest person in the world. He edited the Heights of the Marvelous anthology (learn more about that by visiting the link ---->), which I had some work in, which work I refer to on my sidebar as "crap," but I don't mean "crap" in the sense of "dreck," I mean it in the sense of "stuff; material." This happened in 1999, a more innocent year.

If I had some donuts or other type of pastry right now, I think I'd feel happier.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Same Ol' Situation (S.O.S.)

Existential probs. Always hungry (literally, for food; also for certain intangibles). Gots to clean carpet and other household fixtures. Putting together set for DJ night upcoming on Monday. Love in heart for friends that satellite. Broke. Enjoyment of lying on couch wearing good socks surrounded by own possessions (books, records, manuscripts, drawings, mugs full of hot liquid). Brief nameless panic. Hatred of disruption. Pleasant lingering images of the faces/corporeality of boys. Wanderlust again. Thoughts of peace. Truck honk outside. Chips in fingernails. Vague sense of faith/good/trust/wellbeing. Happy life overall.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Who Wants listen to my show on WHFR tonight at 7 PM? I hope you.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Dream: Feb. 15, 2009 (During nap)

A man and I were on a road trip together. We stopped inside a ramshackle shack to find a bathroom, and it turns out the guy who lived there was selling all his possessions for "half off." He had been trying to sell his possessions for a while but now finally was destitute and had to get rid of everything. I saw a sagging old iron bed, a lamp with no lampshade, dusty beer glasses, things like that. Suddenly I realized Willie (the dog) was with us. There was a dog kennel in the corner that I tried to put Willie in, but he got away from me and disappeared for a moment.

I heard Willie snuffling around behind the door of a back room. There was also the pleasant gentle clicking sound of someone flipping through a stack of 78s. Excited that there might be records in the room, I opened the door and found the man I was with sitting on the floor looking through a pile of vintage poker chips. "I don't think he should be in the crate," he said, "he's been in the car so long. I'll just sit with him in here."

Looking at the poker chips myself, I saw that they were Beatles memorabilia: they were shaped like speech balloons and each had a quote on it from a Beatles song. I gathered them all up from the dusty floor with the intent of buying them. I was satisfied. Later I was kissing the man somewhere outside the shack and it was good.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Feeling The Illinoise

Here I am, having arrived safely at AWP registration! Already there've been some delightful adventures and misadventures here; I know that, come Saturday, I'll be sorry to leave.

I've decided to record my experience at this year's AWP on Twitter. Most likely I won't have time to also update this blog, so if you are wondering about my emotions and encounters during AWP '09 or are just ravenous for all the different AWP perspectives, please look at my Twitter page.

2008 was a weird year. I didn't do as much writing as I wanted to, but I did get myself, somehow, to this interesting place where I'm more comfortable sharing thoughts, stuff that used to be embarrassing or just unclear. I can see that slight shift in evidence now that another year has come and gone and we're all back at AWP walking the walk.

I didn't sleep all yesterday and now my contact lenses are all cloudy. Result 1: I have been getting lost in the streets. Result 2: I keep thinking I see people I know, but can't be sure it's them. Have to look away before the stranger, if it is indeed a stranger, realizes I'm staring at him/her.

Now here's my nugget of annoying patronism for the day: It seems to me that people in Chicago are nicer and more helpful than people at home. Also, they have a better sense of direction. Everyone knows where east and west is. In New York, you'd be surprised by how many people do not.

Monday, February 9, 2009


The Scottish Terrier won the Terrier Group at this year's Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show tonight. Here's a picture of the dog in question.

I learned a while ago that Scottie images are the most frequently collected of all the dog breeds -- figurines, salt and pepper shakers, iron-ons, etc. with a Scottie theme are more likely than other dog images to increase in value. This is because Scotties are collected by three distinct types of people, all with considerable clout: people who own Scotties, people of Scottish descent, and... waaait for it... people named Scott. It's true.

Why is that funny to me? It is, anyway.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Some Thoughts

I have all but totally decided NOT to accept the job I was recently offered. I like working at the City College writing center and I really, really very much, like being a dog walker. Call me immature and short-sighted (go on, do it!), but teaching 3 hours a day five days a week is a lot of work. It's like hosting the Tonight Show. Yes, if I taught an ESL class it would definitely bear marked similarity to the Tonight Show in many ways. And that would be great, only it would not pay enough to be my only job... and if I had TWO teaching jobs, writing and music stuff would get sidelined and I'd be miserable. I can see it all now. Oh, and also the company is housed in the same building where my ex-boyfriend works.

But if you, NYC-based reader, would like this job, please let me know.


This just in: I'll be staffing the CCNY table at the AWP bookfair. Please come by and talk with me, AWP-attending reader, about how nice it is to get your Master's at City College!


I would like to volunteer at the WFMU marathon this year, but I'm not sure if my schedule will allow it. Hope it do. As I mull this decision over, I am recalling what a nice time I had at the WFMU record fair back in the fall. Here you see a video of the crazy Israeli band Monotonix performing there crazily and dangerously, with E.L. and myself in the audience. E.L. is wearing a puffy tan jacket. I'm on his right wearing a puffy red vest.


Right now I am packing for Chicago and readying myself emotionally for that trip, but I may cut out briefly to see a WBAR show at the Underground Lounge. I played hooky from writing workshop because of stressed-ness and would feel guilty about going out, but am hard-pressed to think of a better form of stress relief. (Forgive me, writing groupers, if I do go.) If more shows were this near my home and at 2 in the afternoon, I would love the world more. A LOT more.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Wish List

I don't think I need a super-fancy new phone. If I got a new phone I would, however, like to be able to play Arkanoid on it.

Aren't I a little too young to act as Gen-X as I do? Maybe not.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Stupid Stupid Stupid

It goes one way or the other: I'm up late and have to get up super-early, frazzled, or I'm up late and get to sleep in, but I sleep in for too long and wake up logey and unhappy that I haven't achieved anything yet.

Stupid sleep that I always need to always have seven or so hours of.

The Cramps' Lux Interior died yesterday. I feel bad that I didn't find that out until after I did my WHFR show, though I did manage to play some Cramps in the bar later. (I think the WHFR show went just all right.) Brief blurb here before the meatier ones start to roll in.

(Yes, I am aware that John Updike is also dead and that I failed to mention it here before now. Maybe sometime I will tell about being in a client's apartment the day he died and hearing her give an extemporaneous criticism of all his work while I put her dog's coat on.) (I guess I just did tell that story, actually.)

Nuthin' much else is happ'n'n'. Prepping for Chicago, daunted by the prospect of book-fair and literary-event insanity but happy that it looks like I *will* be able to afford the nice hotel room I booked. At the Sheraton Four Points, boys.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Oldies But Goldies

This still cracks me up somewhat. Taken by my mom many years ago.