darling, youuuu send me

So everyone in my house is watching UFC, and I'm a couple-beers-drunk and I don't really like UFC. Graham called me out recently on not blogging, and that's bullshit because I blog when I want, but really being called out usually prods me in to updating this shit (which I'm starting to find embarrassing on a mass level, but really fun on a personal level).

Anyway, as I said, I don't really like the UFC. Apparently some people call it "gay" which I'm not entirely sure about, and though I can see their point (i guess), at the same time I feel it unnecssary to assign media and sports a gender preference, as that's almost always a waste of time.

But I've been genuinely busy lately! I'm still doing that column for the Aquinian, and I'm also doing a thing with Chrapgood for the Brunswickan, where we review a record from the stacks at Backstreet recommended specifically by Eric. I'll probably post it on distortdistort when it's published.

And I also have this poetry workshop class where I have to write a poem every week, and I'm putting those on stillword pretty regularly (or will try to). I listen exclusively to Sam Cooke when I write now, and I think that's the best thing that could happen to my writing.

Umm, I'm reading Norman Mailer's An American Dream, Delilo's White Noise, and Michael Azzarad's Our Band Could Be Your Life, and they're all really, really good.

(I realize now that I genuinely had nothing on my mind but spite for Graham calling me out on not blogging, but fuck it, I blog when I want.)