coming to the end our 2-week holiday. spent some marvelous time in the home and on the road, and watching nicholas trick-or-treating in his dino costume was pure pleasure. pics, soon as i upload them, are on the way.

oh yeah, hooked up the dsl modem, and youtube becomes an addiction. the other night i found a buttload of drive-in intermission shorts. in effect, nirvana, of a sort.

and but so, ever since my friend b. hooked me up with a couple of books by anthony bourdain a couple of years ago i've become a big fan of his tv shows where the writer-chef travels the globe in search of food and adventure. that bourdain loves smoking, alcohol, rich foods and makes no secret of his drug use i wonder why not use a poet too.

a poet who would travel the globe in search of food and adventure, detailing a city's history, literary scene, architecture and art. i can imagine a poet with a wry sense of the absurd and a finely honed hilarity starting off drinking shitty beer on the plane, then touch down at say l.a. rent a car and begin checking out the tattoo parlours and nightclubs of the sunset strip. afterward, a big meal at some swank beverly hills bistro, more alcohol, then a visit with a local artist or writer, even more alcohol, and end the night face down in the toilet bowl of the hotel room, clutching in a death grip said local artist or writer's latest work.

i'd watch it, for sure. now who would make an ideal host.