happy birthday blog…let’s go to the movies…

you were born this month six years ago…the same month as Charles Bukowski’s birthday…which is today…ms scribe & i celebrated by going to see Vicky Cristina Barcelona last night…

what does a woody allen movie have to do with Buk…and you…of course you…always you…i’ll tell ya…

it’s no secret that that Mr. Bukowski’s work is an inspiration to me…maybe it’s obvious, but in my personal taxonomy of creativity…without woody allen, there is no Buk…

allow me to explain…

first it’s a simple matter of chronology…i knew woody allen’s work first…more than that, allen’s work was the first place i encountered a frank exploration of adult relationships…even before i was capable of having one of my own…when i started reading Bukowski i was deeply entangled in…adult relationships…but i didn’t understand what the hell was going on…his work helped…

now there may be some who balk at the suggestion of Bukowski and allen as creative kin…maybe not…as i see it, the only difference between the two is one of milieu…moneyed east coast elites or poor west coast bohos…they’re all struggling for/against the same human condition…oh, and Buk’s characters curse…a lot…

so this is a long way around getting to the point…which is…if you like either of these artists…if you like this blog…i highly recommend Vicky Cristina Barcelona…i think you’ll enjoy it…

hey amateur…listen up…

yeah, that’s you fucko…i know the trains are all shiny and new…and that you only really use them to act like a tourist downtown…but that’s no excuse to ride like a schmuck…

here are a few helpful hints to make the lives of your fellow commuters a bit easier…

#1 – if every seat is taken, move to the middle of the car…try not to create a knot of human flesh right in front of the doors…pretend that you are a thinking, breathing human being…and not cattle…

#2 – if you are sitting in said taken seat…amid a full car…get up and offer it to someone who really needs it…the aged, the infirm, a mother with an arm load of kids and groceries…you selfish bastard…

#3 – if the train pulls into the station…the doors open…and it’s so full that it’s asses and elbows everywhere you look…don’t try to stuff yourself on anyway…there’s another one coming in 15 minutes…and it will probably be empty…relax…breathe the fresh air…lord knows i don’t want to have to inhale your overpriced, over applied eau de cologne…as you step on my foot…

as a matter of fact these very same rules apply to the bus…not that you would ever deign to find yourself on one of those…thank god…at least poor crazy drunks have more manners than you…

book in a week…day one…

i’m already a third of the way through my page goal…either i under promised…or i’ve over delivered…we’ll see…

meanwhile…

this both fascinates…and stupefies…i could watch it all day…thanks gary

choosing your weapons…

getting ready for BIW…i pull out my favorite tools…


the rolling writer


and the comp book

and hope like hell i meet my page count