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just got out my poetry workshop and am feelin very inspired. good exercises, a diverse group of writers (about half fiction & half poetry) and a very motivated teacher is going to equal some good work.

and how was your monday?

ah yeah! ecuador comes out strong and whips some ass at la copa mundial with a 2-0 victory. i would bet that there is STILL drinkin goin on from yesterday night. in fact, i wouldnt be surprised if they just called monday off to let everybody fully recover. to celebrate, i will be wearing only ecuador soccer jerseys all weekend long. now where does a guayaco find himself a nice bottle of tropical soda ’round these here parts?

2006 FIFA WORLD CUP GERMANY 2006
HIGHLIGHTS: ECUADOR vs POLAND

berkeley bowl may be one of the most confusing places on earth. the first time i went there, i spent almost ten minutes trying to figure out the difference between japanese eggplant and chinese eggplant. even worse was this city boy’s discovery that some lemons are orange and some limes are yellow.
*I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!*

meanwhile, back at the poetry ranch, i have signed up for a series of workshops marking the first time in four years where i am in a poetry class that i don’t know the instructor’s middle name and alcoholic beverage of choice. anonymity, i love it!

i’ve also been quite the eclectic readers as of late with a nice list of poetry books, anthologies and graphic novels in the mix. all of which has the poetry gears movin in mah head.

presently, i am letting some asparagus purchased at the local farmers market marinate in balsamic vinegar, olive oil, fresh lemon juice, freshly cracked black pepper and a secret ingredient. (gotta love the nebulous) and i am going to make me some homemade mac & cheese.

love ya like the produce man loves to squeeze melons

its been a minute, dats for sure. not like i havent had much to blog about but the urgency to blog has lessened since ive moved out here which is my round about way to say: married life is beautiful.

am i missin mah friends? yeah. am i missin nyc? hmmm, not so much. more and more i am realizing just how much new york was a means to an end and that end being this incredible intersection of stories and the people who have lived them. i know some people would rather have a huge part in the story and be in as much of the mic as possible but i was always more the quiet narrator lurkin a bit on the edge even when it appeared that i was in the spotlight, it was more of a cameo apperance than anything else.

actually, one of the main reasons i started going to poetry readings was to be the quiet kid in the corner. sure i invited some folks to go with me and some were genuinely curious as to what i was doing on monday nights all by my lonesome but for a good six months it was nice to just listen in the back and enjoy myself all by myself. lil by lil that started to change and sure enough i started to miss that anonymity specially since it was becoming more and more elusive.

now i am kinda back to that quiet place in the back of the room with the added bonus of being able to chip in just a lil if the spirit calls for it. which is what happened last week at the flor y canto readings organized by the students of SF State and alejandro murguía. at two of the readings i was at, profesor murguía asked me to read a poem. (thanks, of course, to a lovely intro courtesy of my lovely wife.) it felt good to share some work, especially in front of a latino audience, even though i fumbled a couple of lines but it was all good in the end.

ok, i gotta run but i’ll be sure to post more regular. palabra!