A semantics of erotics, an exploration of a nation obsessed. Is this the beginning of the end of an entry? I am enjoying another icy morning at my Tully's table overlooking the corner of California and Davis reading Andy Quan and staying away from the office as long as I can. Too too many to dos and too too much upheaval in the world. Oh for some simple eros, some pure passionate compelling distraction to replace a cold winter day with the deep heat of desire.

Put up my winter picture from Norfolk of the school house in snow. For those who don't know the school house is next to the house that Ralph and I renovated (with a tiny bit of contractor intervention ;-> see our shutterfly site for more details.) The School House finally got lifted up, straightened out and reshingled (the original shingles from the house) this past spring. Bill Dobbins then stained in before winter (thanks again Billy!). A future guest house we hope.

A light rain today and a decent brunch at Sparky's. A couple of good finds at Advark Books (did a decent shelf clearing the other week so maybe OK...). One an Andy Quan collection which is so far delicious. I knew his work from other places but missed this 2005 collection.

The MILK staging of the Castro continues and the subtle bits of staging are a delightful discovery. Can't wait to see how it all turns out. If I can get my phone not to have another nervous breakdown I will upload some pictures of these crazy signs and "restored" facades.

Missed Anne's movie. Blocked by an arc. Noah you really should watch where you park that thing!

Seriously too too too much rain to do anything. But did get these very fun cute Cole Hahn series G boots to keep my feet happy and dry. Secretly 50% off which I only discovered in reverse sticker shock at the register. Not classic retailing for sure but made me glad I'd gone with the upgrade from the Rockports.

Watched Sybil (the movie with Joanne Woodward & Sallie Field) last night. Had seen it on TV years ago. Still great after all these years. Just want to know how to get a therapist like Joanne Woodward. Send suggestions please.

Happy Thursday. 24 degrees in Norfolk, CT according to my little weather channel icon. Sounds cold but assuredly feels balmy compared to our arctic SF weather this week. BRR. Though not as much rain as expected. That has something to do with a breakaway front wondering around like at a drunk in the street according to Ralph who read it on SF Gate. Drunk weather doesn't seem like a good idea at all.

Another busy morning reviewing and revising my get a job tools. Bleh. Work getting work.

Hoping to make it to Anne McGuire's Adventure Poseiden The- from Anne:

As it was meant to be seen - END FIRST!

(My version is a precise cut-by-cut re-edit, from end to beginning. . . .)
at - ATA, 992 Valencia St
on - Friday, Jan. 25
in - the PM 8:000
for - 6 slim dollars

If you did not get to see it back in March at SF MOMA,
this is your chance!

Please go to link for more info:
http://www.atasite.org/calendar/?x=2770


Listened to the new Kylie CD X all weekend. Got the deluxe edition with a great DVD extra of a video and an interview. The video is an amazing Kylie meets Madonna, meets David Bowie, meets Marc Almond meets the Pet Shop Boys meet Dalida extravaganza. And the interview is articulate and interesting.

Started adding books to Good Reads. Prompted by a surprise invite to be a friend from Velcro aka Judith followed by another from Donal. Adding by author has me discovering a few unread titles from writers I thought I'd completely read (looking forward to that).

On reading front, the discovery of Bob's Sex Story in an old Gay Sunshine Anthology on a rainy MLK Day has prompted me to dive back into the lush land of Elements of a Coffee Service. Nice young Bob picture in the back too. Amazing to think it came out 11 years before we moved to San Francisco. 1982, I was still playing Boy's Games in prep school creating material full of sex and violence. Oh those halcyon days.

Am getting more and more excited about doing a project around engagement with New Narrative writing and writes. Now the trick will be to find time and means in the midst of my paying job chaos and collapse. I am almost ready to describe the project in detail. One I do that I think it will begin to have a life of its own.

All for now.

A warmer Wednesday. No fog today. An entirely new crew (save one) at Tully's. Seems to happen every time I am away for a while.

Just finished some edits to Boy Brothel. Next back to my Steve Abbott piece and the possible New Narrative project.

Later today I will have my quarterly bleeding. A delightful bit of barbering required by all that lovely inbreeding over the centuries that made me the delightful impoverished aristocrat I am. If I were a visual artist I would find some way to install the remnant blood somewhere. Maybe I will ask Donal to photograph it for me sometime. I think it would look well with his other work.

And of work there is forever drama and trauma in the bad business of making a living but also some new intrigue. If only I could not take it as seriously as I do and must.

Back to stealing a few more minutes of morning...

Fabulous foggy morning. An elegant skateboarder slaloming down McAllister into the mist. An almost invisible city hidden below Nob Hill. A brisk and cold morning walk imagining more than a century ago when my walk from Alamo Square over Nob Hill to the Tully's at California and Davis would have been an adventure.

After Xmas and New Years, both spent in a mostly snowy corner of Connecticut. A lovely winter wonderland vacation from my paying job and one from which I didn't want to return. But alas money must be made or the world would not go round and round. So here I am back in SF at my Tully's pushing the limit of lateness in arriving at my glamorous office to make money for my company and me.

No resolutions but some better intentions for 2008. Most to do with being more focused and diligent in my pursuits.

A happy start on the publishing front. "To Sex a Story" is to appear in 580 Split sometime later this year. More details to come but got the contract yesterday and will send that and my bio off this weekend.

Thinking of trying to do a zine of writing about or in relationship to New Narrative by writers who came after New Narrative, perhaps calling it New Narrative. I have recently been writing about Steve Abbott and think perhaps others have material that engages with the living and the dead of this truly San Franciscan writing movement. Again more details to come as I try to figure out how and who and what and all that.