I think someone's exploding stuff outside, but I can't be sure -- this is Bushwick after all. No, just kidding. But it is way too foggy to see fireworks, so I just get to hear them. These guys put the "disco" in "discontent".
I worked the ol' 11-10 shift today, so I missed Sonic Youth in Central Park and whatever other July 4th shenanigans were a-brewing. But now I'm home, and it's not too hot, and I think things are looking good. I have tomorrow off, and then on Sunday I go to London, so it could be worse.
In another bit of good news, Gina from Finery took my three poems. I'm stoked, since she'll also be appearing in a future issue of At-Large, and since I'll be in Issue #5 with the darling & delightful Brooklyn Copeland (it's the first time we're in anything together, no? Other than the world). So, things are looking good, and let's we have a cheers to the US of A, where, despite everything, the small press manages to be alive and well.