Crudding the Baby's 'Infinity Gauntlet' Graphic Novel Bib

Thanks to all the amazing notes/blog posts/comments/etc. from everyone in the past few days about everything going on. I feel like things are happening.

Christian Peet from Tarpaulin Sky (which has a new issue online now that I am excited about reading) blogged about some of the things in my 'do more' post, with some other chronicling of his building his home, it is an excellent post and includes another edge of perspective: WHY I HAVE BEEN REMISS IN SAYING THAT YOU ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF MY LIFE.

Christian's blog made me remember another important thing, on the opposite leg of one of the points I made before: to writers submitting work: learn to chill. Yeah, it sucks when it takes editors a long time to get back to you, and I do think it's important for them to stay on top of shit and try to minimize waits, but, in the end, it's important to keep your cool and realize that your submission is, in the end, a submission, and a lot of the time editors are doing everything they can to get shit done, and even if they aren't, try to chill, go swimming or eat a taco or something. Everyone is waiting with you. Patience is valued on the author's end, just in the same way timely attention is valued in editors.

I'm not going to get ramped up again. Instead, check out Dan Wickett @ EWN and Matt Bell's excellent additions to the thread.

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I did a video reading of my Chris Farley / Andy Kaufman texts from the new issue of Keyhole for the Keyhole Blog. You can also download a higher quality version through their iTunes podcast for free, which includes interviews with William Walsh, readings by Michael Kimball, and more. Keyhole is exciting to me in all that they are doing and plan to do. Watch out.

I was sick in the video.



Mark Baumer from Everyday Yeah just started a new feature on the site called TWO MINUTE MINDS, where for two minutes you just say what is in your head w/o thinking. The first person that did it was Rainn Wilson, who I am not a big fan of, his face annoys me, and I am now up on the site also. I hadn't had any coffee when I did it maybe you can tell.

Mark Baumer is doing interesting things with Everyday Yeah, I like the way he bends forms of reviews and interviews while also promoting small press lit. Another model for innovation. He used Elizabeth Ellen's picture for my picture.

Here is me in my Tao Lin promotional t-shirt, though the shirt is mostly not in the picture, use your promotional imagination to complete the image:



Tao is also a model for innovation, he was the person who suggested I start this blog, he is using ideas I think people will use in the future if they are smart, he deserves post Al Gore internet innovation credit, Tao Lin is smarter than Radiohead, if I had money I would buy a share in his next novel.

I have a lot more to say, but in the spirit of not going on forever again (more than I already have, how the fuck does this get so long so fast) I am going to go look at stuff.

CHRIS FARLEY

Chris Farley died wearing sweat pants and an open button down shirt. Chris Farley watched sod grow on his childhood bedroom's ceiling. Chris Farley made seed fall from the sky by touching the bridge of his nose with a certain kind of wood. Chris Farley thought a hole straight through Nebraska. Chris Farley could not roll snake eyes. Chris Farley had a gray mark through his thumb nail. Chris Farley swallowed Big League Chew. Chris Farley wished to stand forever on the stairs down to the kitchen. Chris Farley watched his father become liquid. Chris Farley saw himself in a scene in Poltergeist. Chris Farley unpeeled orange flesh in an apple. Chris Farley dug through the box of Apple Jacks and found a small carved locket with his name inside it. Chris Farley paid for a car inside his mind. Chris Farley opened his front door before sleeping. Chris Farley paid a small man to stand at the foot of his bed. Chris Farley peeled the billboard. Chris Farley ran through a field without his legs. Chris Farley coughed up a whole cotton T-shirt. Chris Farley shook hands with himself. Chris Farley pressed his tongue against the window. Chris Farley reaffixed the rearview mirror with his spit. Chris Farley popped lightbulbs in Kansas City while in Norway. Chris Farley dove into the sea. Chris Farley had a small patch of acne in the crook of his foot from age three to seventeen. Chris Farley bubbled in warm water. Chris Farley caressed the button. Chris Farley folded the paper until it became a bedroom and then he laid down on the bed.