Now the previous post has been up for long enough, and I feel OK talking about POPSICKLE. POPSICKLE was amazing. A couple hundred sweaty people, a couple hundred sweaty beers, 25ish sweaty poets and fiction writers. If you are on the Facebook, please look through my album of photos -- but here's a couple of my favorites, of the non-reading part (because this is my person blog!):
Me, and Rohin, and Eve.
Yours truly is icewater-sopping and this really nice guy doesn't mind, which is pretty much the greatest.
I feel so lucky that I am in this scene. As someone (maybe Jean-Paul Pecqueur) remarked in his intro before the reading, no other place is like this. No other place tolerates a day of being cooped indoors in an industrial space for 100-degree weather for the sake of poetry. This event makes me the happiest! Now I am the happiest! Now go listen to this!