brothercyst: June 2008

Friday, June 27, 2008


Several days of constant movement. Went swimming (for real, at a gym, with laps and so forth, not at a drunken pool party) for the first time in a while. I used to swim all the time in high school. I am so out of shape. Thank god for metabolism.

Emails are eating my life. Haven't done any writing at all since Friday because I have so many emails to write and I have to write an application for a grant although it seems unlikely I'll get the grant. But this morning I was awake at 6 AM because I slept at my friend Laura's house and then I decided to go swim again and while swimming, I had an exciting idea. So that's good.

I saw the Louise Bourgeois exhibition at the Guggenheim last night. There was a lightning bug flying around the rotunda; I'm not sure if that was part of the exhibit, somehow, or if it wandered in from the park. Here's a story by Blake Butler in the new elimae. I'm really tired. I saw The Strangers. The first forty minutes contain some truly creepy stuff. "Is Tamara home?" The end is unmemorable.

The reading on Wednesday night went well.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Tuesday, June 24, 2008


read all about it


I'm doing a reading tomorrow night, that's Wednesday night, at 7. Guerrilla Lit. HERE IS THE INFO. I am not prepared. I assume I'll read from Midnight Picnic. Galleys don't exist yet but they will soon.

Last night I felt actual physical fear for the first time in a long time. I climbed onto someone's roof while not completely sober. To climb there I had to climb this incredibly frail, narrow fire escape that seemed designed to make you fall off. As soon as I was on it I realized I was in much more danger than I had expected. Once when I was a little kid I was carried up some sort of rock formation in someone's arms. Jesus Christ.

Last night I also went to a reading for Darin Strauss's new book. It looks good. John Hodgman read and was funny. It was crowded. I wanted to also go to an FSG reading by John Haskell uptown and in fact walked over there since it's near where I work but then realized I couldn't do both and went to Strauss's thing, since it was his launch party.

Last night I also went with Tom to eat deep fried hot dogs at the bar you access through a door in the back of a phone booth. My friend Laura took me there first; she knows good places to go.

I wrote a story about a lobster.

I finished a major project that may never see the light of day.

I spent most of this weekend in an amazing apartment full of books and wreckage; the most "old New York" apartment I've ever been in.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


washing up on the coast

Also, I now believe that total stoicism is the best way to go through life.



how do i get rid of that little vertical dotted line thing that separates the posts on this blog from the links on the right?


I forgot the other question.

I feel dazed. I can't believe I'm back in New York, it feels completely strange. I'm almost finished the draft of the thing I'm working on. I have two other projects that will immediately follow. I know what I'll be working on for the next two to three years. I have "career" stuff to do... I have to deal with stuff. I hate dealing with trying to make money off of writing... fuck.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Richard Grayson is now running for Congress in Arizona as a Republican.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Tom (coworker, college classmate, cashmoney foot soldier) got sent to Hyderabad for work and wrote an imperialistic blog post about it.

But don't worry; once you drive into the city you'll find plenty of women willing to scrape at the window of your cab and offer to remove from your view the sight of their sleeping baby's hand sore situation in exchange for a few rupees...


I love storms. Click here and scroll down for pictures of an awesome one--a lightning storm localized within a volcano's ash cloud. A friend just sent me this.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Red wine

I quit drinking when I was eighteen and I started again a few months ago, after I turned twenty-five. But pretty much the only thing I drink now is red wine. So good for you. Tonight I drank a good amount of red wine with a group of folks who all have four or five decades on me. They were a lot friendlier than people my age.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Support independent publishing

Like many of my writer friends and many of the writers I admire, I'm published by an independent press... both Fires and Midnight Picnic are published by Impetus Press, as I'm sure you know. Impetus has done really well but like other independents they have to be creative to survive, and they don't do what they do for the money. If you want to make a tax-deductible contribution, you can go here and select "Impetus Press" from the "On Behalf Of" menu. Supporting independent presses and authors is good for maintaining a healthy cerebral cortex and reliable digestive tract.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Eh. Just woke from one of those really bittersweet dreams that seems to fill the stomach with acid upon return to consciousness... a dream involving charming dead animals, things that didn't work out but could have, and people from the very distant past who it's no longer reasonable or rational to contact. And what woke me is several annoying text messages buzzing on my phone. It's a bad day so far.

On the other hand, check out "horrorbeaver."