I set up this blogger account last summer ('05) so I could make stupid comments to posts in PoetrySnark (it was really a damn funny blog at times, but it's fizzled in recent months). I'm certain there must be other poetry blogs in the world, but I'm at a loss as to how to make myself care about finding them. Mostly, I'm trying not to get kicked out of college in my final year. It's proving more difficult than imagined.

In other news, I went to a dinner the other night with some poetry people and a few older poets - you know, the ones you see in the New Yorker a lot, but who aren't women or Carl Phillips or Seamus Heaney. Those guys (and their women). It was neat. Mostly I was there for the wine, and so I could say that I had sat at a table with a guy who used to give Anne Sexton cigarettes when she ran out. A good time was had by ... me. Except for the part when I didn't get my seminar reading done.

Well, at least I got compliments on my shoes. And that's what counts in life. Hell, time for bed.