A Saturday Afternoon at Barnes & Noble

I updated my June books read. July should be a more ample harvest, since I will have finished painting all of the balconies at the apartment complex by the end of next week, and plan on using the extra time to revise my chapbook, The Withering Season, read, and visit friends before fall semester starts. I’m also taking a week road trip around the east coast this month, spending time in Boston, Bar Harbour Maine, and NYC. Confession: I’m hitching a ride with my parents. I'm trying to think of some things to do on the trip, such as write a poem every day, loosely inspired by location, or try to run at each place. A jog through Arcadia National Park, Central Park, along the water at Gloucester...

A little exhausted from painting and running this past week, so much so that I decided to forego writing this afternoon, something I’ve been looking forward to for the past couple days. I was going to revise a couple of recent poems, and now I’m just going to sit in Barnes & Noble, catch up on other people’s blogs, and read. I have Borges' Labyrinth, which hooked me when I started it last night, and I also have a copy of Tina Fey’s Bossypants, which I took from the shelf but don’t plan on buying. I’ve never done this before in a bookstore, and it’s kind of fun. What isn't fun is the Mediterranean chicken flatbrad I ordered to enjoy with my book, it tasted like shiz. It was basically a thin pita filled with grey paste, the kind of goo you might see being fed to people in a movie about clones being raised to donate organs to their rich doppelgangers. Except I bet my grey paste wasn’t healthy. It would make for a facility full of fat, unhappy clones.

In other media news: I watched Temple Grandin last night, and MAN was it so good. Claire Danes was fantastic. You should watch it. Your parents will like it as well, so watch it with them.