Archive for November, 2009

November December

Sunday, November 8th, 2009

I’ve got a few events upcoming. Starting Wednesday this (Nov. 11), with a round table discussion at the Sullivan Gallery of SAIC (33 S. State St.) running from 4:30 until 6:00.

Then on Sunday, November 15, I’ll join Patrick Somerville, Mary Hamilton, Lindsay Hunter and Laura Pearson for a special Knee Jerk collabo at the Orange Alert Reading Series. That’s 6:00 on a Sunday at The Whistler in Logan Square, surely the neighborhood’s favorite gently-lit music and cocktail venue.

And finally December 1 finds me reading from the novel in progress at The Green Lantern Gallery for their Parlor Reading Series. Which’ll be recorded and podcasted, but it’s a huge room so come if you can, come and bring all you can — friends, strangers, dolls…anything to fill up that room.

Simple Machine

Friday, November 6th, 2009

I used to be a gamer. In fact I used to go with buddies to Tropicana Lanes in St. Louis and post up at the Mortal Kombat II machine and slaughter any and all comers, bitches, including the one we called Pig and others too, even, once or twice, the legendary John Choe whose skill in the form was matched only by the lore which dripped from his very name. I heard there’s a polar bear that emerges from the slime if you do THIS. Choe told me. My Liu Kang was not to be fucked with, but for real I’d slum it with Reptile too. Friendshipping fools on the daily. And I recall in those moments immediately following victory in a battle wherein I used only kicks, recall the extreme but tiny pride of terribly specific skill deployment. See the line of single quarters lined along the screen’s bottom, and they were faces of future losers, round shiny tokens of sure failure. Theirs.

I’ve since lost the patience, though, and the Skyway eats through cupholder change. So now I pack only a Wii, and its blue light pulses steadily, begging for my attention. Then today I’m referred by friend playwright good man Scott Barsotti to this game here. That was forty-five minutes ago and I really need to eat. So far I peak at 13,077. I’m certain there’s something I’m not getting. Aside from language. Poor lady.

Collective, Judgmental

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

Can we agree that if Texas had an iPhone, it would most certainly be an iPhone with a picture of Texas stuck to its back?

Nothing but wonderful things to say after returning from Austin. Many thanks to Odie and Maggie for hosting and providing Lone Star. And of course Amelia and Stacy at Five Things for providing one giant Lone Star and much laughter. Also to the Death Match for the chance to read “Terror, Not Terror” to a packed church and a celebrity judging panel. Here’s American Short Fiction’s take…

Though the Literary Death Match was held in a church, the crowd seemed open to violence from [ASF contributor] Amelia Gray, sexual innuendoes from Richard Russo, and detailed sexual fantasies from [ASF editorial advisory board member] Owen Egerton. However, tales of Maddox Jolie-Pitt’s decapitation crossed the line, eliciting a collective and judgmental ‘whoa’ from the audience.” —Stacey Swann, ASF contributing editor

Fine. That’s fine. Doubtless, Amelia Gray deserved the victory, for she slaughtered. Overall just a stellar experience on every level, and I’m pleased as shit to’ve met everyone I did. Thank you to those who attended panels, thanks to everyone on the panels. High fives to  Amanda Little (her book is surely required reading today), James McManus, and about a thousand others.

Austin. Man oh man oh man…