Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I'm writing this from a cubicle. An acquaintance told me over a drink she encountered an entitled man pissing on her doorstep this morning, I said that was my afternoon meeting! I'm writing this from a cubicle. I have a friend who logs in every day and never looks at the front page. I wish the green tea were rose. I'm too lazy to correct that. The professor professes too much, a decade, two decades, twenty-four months to the day later. I'm supposed to go to a reception. I "stole" these headphones. I stole this cubicle. I spent so much time being careful.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Friday, August 12, 2011

David Brazil is working to convene a second labor and community-focused 'Poetic Labor Project' gathering for this Labor Day, 2011, and is looking for others to collaborate with him on organizing this event.  If you are interested in participating, please email David at