Several artist friends with good news today. It makes me happy to see good people (and people with a generous amount of talent– not that I don’t love you too, my not-so-artistically inclined friends) enjoying some of the small rewards that this life has to offer. If you can’t be rich, you can at least be well-reviewed.

I cut off all my hair today. I am now optimized for spring.

I laid awake in bed for a while. Something was bugging me. Then it hit me– I had a March 22 deadline that I was about to miss. So I came downstairs, ready to work and get some stuff in the mail for tomorrow. Dug through a stack of papers to quell a mild paranoia that perhaps the deadline was not March 22 but March 20. My deadline is April 25. Only blogging can make me feel better about this mistake.

Meagan told me in a Friday e-mail to take the weekend off from Bull City. I’d been going at it harder than normal when Michael McFee’s book came out. When I got her e-mail, I chuckled and thought, “A weekend off? Weekends off are for FOOLS, Bonnell.” But when Saturday morning rolled around, I felt like a total lump. So I did absolutely nothing– no work of any kind. Then Sunday rolled around and I felt the same way. I had some things for other jobs that needed to be done for Monday. But I didn’t lift a finger. Wasted all day Sunday and didn’t even think about working until I woke up this morning. It felt wonderful. Weekend off. I’ll probably take another sometime… in June.

June, suckas!

I love one-line poems. So why do one-line stanzas make me bristle so?

Three of the best new (-ish… I mean from the last year or so) books I have read this spring have been from Four Way Books. Two from Ecco; I can’t think that any other company has more than one… Of course what this really means is that I should be reading more. But still…