An interactive book of poetry entitled TRY ME. will be presented on Sunday, January 18th at 21Grand in Oakland. Kissing Booth will feature about nine other poets, drinks and a kissing booth.

A kissing booth style poetry reading I am participating in will take place in San Francisco in less than two weeks. I will announce where and when, soon. A finalized interactive version of the book TRY ME. will be presented and shown.

A more detailed version of a biography was posted last week. School consumes my life and online presence. To view recent essays and project proposals, visit the link to the wiki site for the Digital Arts and New Media program on the links page.

We (meaning the cohort) and I are having a 24 hour thesis here in the electronics lab. I'm destroying two Sylvia Plath poems and recreating them for my project which you could read about here. And you can look at me all day, here:
http://www.stickam.com/xtoph

I realized that the writing at the park idea is juvenile when my glam-idealist acquaintance proposed I do it.

My trip to Miami was as expected minus the obvious photograph in front of Versace's home. My camera did not go far beyond the hotel in which I stayed. This is the third time I photographed myself shadowed inside a beach-front hotel room. The other two times were in Hawaii, different islands.

South Beach, Miami, can be discussed later. It seems nobody from California visits Miami. My travels seem to be family or friend-related in which I have a grandmother down there. I might visit NY/NJ for a cousin's wedding next year.

I understand how you feel about becoming romantically involved and I am quite humbled, as I have always been, that you talk to me. You inspire me in a way which I can never fully dedicate a poem for you because it wouldn't be sufficient. I can't articulate well how I see you because what I perceive is entrenched in speculation. Romantic speculation, though different, like the beauty of chaos and public decay. It's flawed and semi-reflective. Physical attraction is innate because I like how you look. Everything will be platonic and as awkward and yet I truly believe we'll get along.

The trajectory of my footsteps is often itinerant. I am at a library writing to you next to tan French kids looking at MySpace while me editing poems that are due for a thesis/book proposal for a press that might be based in Providence, I hope. My thoughts on the book are as romantically speculative and I might just post the whole book online.

I leave to Santa Cruz in three weeks and one week is spent in Portland to see friends.

When you're beat up and strangled, there is no pain. When you live your life in adrenaline, there is no pain. I haven't felt pain in a while, only emptiness where the pain might linger if it can get there. It can't.

I more acutely understand why I wouldn't get along with another me.

The multimedia and photo section is long needed for this website shows only a minimal amount of my work.

As a sidenote, I must figure out a way to get ahold of Final Cut Pro. The last job I had at OTIS was a nightmare and I had to revert to undisclosed ways to get ahold of Dreamweaver and Photoshop for Mac when I got a new computer. This was needed for a job a year ago.

I am worried about my TA job at Santa Cruz. I don't need another Peter Gadol to talk down to me like a high school principal. I don't want to deal with politics. I just want to grade Intro to Fine Arts term papers. Haha. I think the way I have handled this best is when I get minimally involved with affairs at work. Yet work and I usually leave on bad terms and so this is a character flaw. I don't like working with people and I am okay with that. Je ne regrette rien.

I will never get fired from a job. I quit too soon.

I smell a reefer.

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