Completely exhausted from a stressful work week, Segue planning, going out too much, thinking about going out in the future, blah blah blah.

Had a great time at the book party on, what was it, Thursday? But stupidly didn't hit an ATM, so I had literally $8 in my pocket. Cool books that were new to me: Lytle's anthology from his Lines reading series at the Drawing Center (Roof), a gorgeous book by Julie Patton published in red and black ink by Yo Yo Labs. Aram Saroyan's complete short poems (Ugly Duckling). Remember "lighght"? A beautiful Johanna Drucker book with wood-cuts (!?) ... or maybe those are like linoleum or something cuts? Anyway, from the great Granary. Barbara Henning's Autobiography (poems written using a line each from each of the books in her apartment, I believe) from United Artists. I borrowed two dollars from Nada and bought that book, plus two others (3 books for $10), a book by Charlie Vermont, and a book by Jim Brodey that I've owned before, maybe twice before, and sold. While I did talk a bit with Geoffrey Young, I totally forgot to look at the new Francis Picabia book he published, so I don't know if it's art essays or poetry.

Saw or talked with: Tao Lin, Cecilia Wu, Erica Kaufman, Tim Peterson, Barbara Henning, Brandon Downing, Tan Lin, Lewis Warsh, James Sherry, Deborah Thomas, Joanna Fuhrman, Matvei and Anna, Brenda Iijima, Austin Publicover, Evelyn Reily, Brian Kim Stefans, Michael Scharf, Madeline Gins, Arakawa, Lydia Cortes, Phylis Wat, Rodrigo Toscano, Jen Scappatone, Bruce Andrews, Rob Fitterman, Mitch Highfill, Nick Bredie, Joanna Sondheim, Macgregor Card, Stephen Paul Miller, and I'm pretty sure more that will ooze up into my fading short-term memory stew the moment after I hit PUBLISH POST.

I gave Tao Lin copies of Elsewhere 1 and 2, and then he kindly gave me his book, you are a little bit happier than i am, which I'm reading now. It's not like anything I've ever read--much flatter in terms of surface, but emotionally and socially (for want of a better word) resonant, at times frighteningly so. When Jessi, the woman he had come with, saw the cover of Elsewhere 2 she said: "Hey! That's Kensington!" At first I was thrilled because I thought she recognized the neighborhood from the image on the cover of my comic, which means I really must have nailed it. But, no, it turned out she lives in Kensington and had done a Google search on it and my cover had turned up, somehow.

What else this week? Listened to Shanna's podcast on Internet poetry culture.
Saw Samurai Fiction at some point, and FedExed Elsewhere 3 to the printer. Read about the new Christopher Hitchens anti-religion book in the New Yorker. Went over to Nick and Toni's house last night for dinner with them, Nada, and Kim Lyons. Ran into Karla Krupala on the street last night on the way to Nick & Toni's. Karla, Jerel & Elizabeth, Cheryl Gladstone and I are planning to meet up tonight in Park Slope for dinner, then heading down to south slope for a party at Matt Madden and Jessica Abel's. Meaning I'll have to miss Eileen Myles & Jack Kimball. Wonder if the Bay Poetics anthology was his last hurrah as a publisher.

Thinking a lot about people who poison various environments versus those who bring things to the table. Thinking about how blog world has become more poisonous than list world. Thinking about how little really critical the critical has really given us.

I should be a total geek and bring my camera to the party tonight. I should have brought it to the book party, now that I think of it.