April 19th, 2014

Salt Lake City Bar Conversation

Him: I hate it here.
Me: why don't you leave?
Him: Because I love it here.
April 15th, 2014
Now that we’ve established that poetry is work, let’s move on to questions of productivity. How much should a poet produce, ideally? As much as one half-assed garden, planted by a person with a drinking problem, who did not read the directions on the seed-packets very closely. Elizabeth Bishop only ever wrote one poem, a villanelle about an elk breaking up with her (“The Elk Breaks Up with Me”), and if I may say so she did very well with it. Wallace Stevens only wrote five poems, and every one of them was insured for one million dollars, like a famous pair of legs. The greatest living poet, Nicolas Cage, continues to amaze us by never having written a poem at all.
Patricia Lockwood is my hero.
January 14th, 2014

Hi please put this on my tombstone because nothing sums up my era, spirit, and sweet sweet style better than this.

January 9th, 2014

I think this San Francisco show in 2 weeks is going to be really fun. There’s a good chance I will be wearing a tuxedo.

December 28th, 2013
Black is the color of coal, ebony, and of outer space.
The first sentence of the Wikipedia article for “Black”
December 25th, 2013

Christmas Movies are Dumb

Yesterday I tweeted

Michael Delaporta responded:

I wondered what other folks could come up with, so I asked, and made it a contest. I received a bunch of responses. They were all delightful, but here are my favorites:

Pretty Good

A solid, simple suggestion:


A sinister edge:

Best title:

The simplest and best of the punny submissions:


November 24th, 2013
John Roderick, the handsomest ukulelist.

John Roderick, the handsomest ukulelist.

October 26th, 2013


Halloween is a go.

1 hour.

Reblogged from So in, so out...
October 8th, 2013


Scott Simpson

I have a face and I’m not afraid to use it.

Reblogged from William Wilkinson
September 26th, 2013

100 Years of Powell’s

2013: Powell’s Books
2018: Powell’s Books and Gifts
2023: Powell’s Mostly Journals
2028: Powell’s Creative Shared Workspaces
2040: Powell’s Ocean Crisis Supplies
2060: Powell’s Murder Stadium
2090: Powell’s Human Leather Goods
2113: Powell’s Books

September 26th, 2013


Maybe Ben and I should have joined the Jetski Squad at BoatParty.biz. A handsome group. But we make our beds and then we lie in them.


Reblogged from Jesse Thorn: Tumbler
September 26th, 2013
I remember once, in college, riding on the back of a flatbed truck in a float depicting Interfraternity Cooperation, or something. We who were riding were supposed to be shouting out invitations to a big charity do of some kind. Promoting brotherhood, I believe. But the driver of the truck found himself to be enjoying truck driving so much for its own sake that he went faster and faster, so that we clarion callers in the back were reduced to hanging on for dear life and shouting, “Bobby, slow down!” The medium is the message. The notion of fraternal organizations’ fostering breadth of brotherhood was flawed to begin with—there were separate Jewish and non-Jewish fraternities, there were separate fraternities and sororities, there was a separate organization for “independents” (people whom no fraternity wanted), and there were no black students in the whole college—so the statement we conveyed as we hurtled through the streets made sense, as a matter of fact. Instinctively, Bobby may have known what he was doing.
Roy Blount Jr. : “Gothic Baseball”
September 7th, 2013
Me: You can get any Lego set under $10.
My 6 year-old daughter: How much is this one?
Me: $20
Me: OK we can get it.
July 26th, 2013

Sleepy Behind the Wheel?

Hey drowsy driver! Here’s a tip to help you wake up:

Think about the fact that you will certainly die, and that the time and place of your death is known only to God. Who doesn’t exist!