Nothing Happens in St. Louis

Balderdash. William Gass is reading from his new novel on the 29th. Gass is my third fave philosopher, and second fave with a Y chromosome, close on the heals of Stanley Cavell. Yes, deep geeks care about this sort of thing. How do I know? The quite marvey Event Calendar at KDHX told me so. I'd forgotten ALLLLL about our little eccentric indy radio station. The site is pretty fun design-wise.

At the Schlafly's reading the other night: Robin Behn.

Nothing happens in Mound City. What-ever. May all the gods bless the Internet. Getting the shape your world in a new town would take For-Ever without this thingy. So, if I have to feel like a tourist in the homerange, at least I can be a well-informed tourist.

If you get a chance, go check out 52nd City, a new St. Louis based lit journal. Very cool projects they have going on there. And some serious production values.

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Confession: I forgot to write to Aunt Georganna. I am grounded until I do that.

Mom gave me my butterfly quilt back for Xmas (actually on Jan. 4, as she forgot it??). She's had its mangled edge patched, and tacked on replacement butterflies which she and I will now finish together. Pic soon. Grandma gave her that quilt for me. When Fleur opened it up to show me, it was instant tears, coos, and general femmy signs of joy in the marrow. Ouf. Pick of said memory later (but in this post).

I have to take a driver's licence test this week, or in two weeks, I will not be insurable. OK. I think Texas should do this. In TX, you just walk in and get a pic taken. In IL, you have to get approved before you can legally hit the roads. Good idea. I've noticed less Completely Insane Driving here.

The darling 'rents and I have pretty well worked out how to be roommates. Of course, being roommates with your parents is a dimension of familial relation most people don't get to experience, and the part where they might get to claim me as a dependent for 2007 on their taxes is truly bizarre. Here's to getting a fat grant so that won't happen again. ;-)

Poetry: I have, I think, completed the Motif poems. There are ten. They seem to have come to a close. I don't think they "destroy the concept of motif" as one friend hoped they would, but they are very very interesting and I like them. The requisite noodling about with them now follows, and then Off They Will Go into the mad mad world of submission. We shall see how they fare.

love and peace, sweets.