weekend was lazy and frenetic. weather opened into sunny, cloudy, but cool bay-area style days. our spring has been much like a swedish summer, cold and rainy. we like it, in sweden, and the rivers are high, and tho the threats of flooding have eased, they've not totally abated since we are not out of the rain quite yet.

so then, days are like a punch in the nose. went to a poetry reading of mostly so cal poets and transplanted so cal poets. good shit, and i'll post pictures later this week. reread roland barthes pleasures of the text, which inpsired this poem i dedicated to eileen tabios and also christopher rizzo's zing. also, the latest poetry flash, which has a good review by richard silberg on a few babarian poets and the most recent fuck!

and then watched a quirky, very good, canadian film nothing and the sinister aussie horror flick, which i just finished viewing a few minutes ago, wolf creek. good photography used for the latter movie, kind of a documentary-style, and the soundtrack was terrific, as was the acting. however, the villain was vile, but not too, when we first meet him as a rather avuncular outback oz-type. he never achieved that total creepiness that is necessary for such a character. mick taylor is styled as a serial killing mick 'crocodile' dundee, but there is too much g'day mate silliness rather than a cold killer. torture scenes were believable, the grue was held in check, and the scenes cut-away when something nasty was really going to happen, which usually means the the imagination fills in the gaps, which is nearly always worst than seeing it on the screen. yet the script was so-so, and the scenes were not built up enough to deliver great suspense. in short, good movie, but softcore rather than hard. for the former movie, see it, for it is excellent.

been meaning to write emails, but my desktop tends to shut down everytimes i use hotmail. i owe a book review, and a bio, and the next question for my interviewee.

on the subject of coffee: instant, brewed, or french-pressed?