Floors, Whores and New Doors

The new floors are installed and look fabu. You heard it here first, bamboo, wave of the future. Pictures will be available shortly.

Last night I crashed a nerd party at Citis throw by Time Warner. Chris was invited, I wasn't, but since he's fondly (or perhaps just mockingly) referred to as "Mr. Big Time" and Chris "Mother Fuckin'" Morrow by industry types, Mrs. Big Time had no problem getting in. It was a nice party; cheese, shrimp, buffet and dessert tray, socially challenged men walking around in pleated dockers and blinking appliances in their ears. It was nothing compared to what AOL used to throw in the mid-90's. No mimes on unicycles, no smoke machines, no D-list celebrities and no drunken CEOs promising all of us (ugly) leather jackets. I'm showing my age reminiscing about a decade ago.

Apparently in every circle (no matter how dorky or obscure) there are groupies, hanger-ons, people attracted to influence and power -- even among these computer types. I've seen them at work at poetry conferences and readings, at least one grizzled grandfather poet refers to them as "star fuckers" and happily dates them. If you're not in "the circle," it seems pretty goofy. I mean, so what if that guy invented a new way to track "denial of service attacks" across the globe, he has green teeth. Or so what if that guy wrote a sweet poem about a dead lover, he has liver spots. I guess I don't understand "star fuckers" in any circle. Well, I guess I understand Monica Lewinsky, but that guy was the president. People heard of him.

And last, but not least, welcome to Zachary Schomburg and his new blog, The Lovely Arc. Zach has poems upcoming in November at No Tell.