I been listening to The Fall. Raw genius! The ultimate soundtrack for getting writing done. Matching the music to the page you are working on is an art unto itself.

This Sunday come to the Waypost for wayward mixture of Jeremy Faulkner and the Final Dorm, El Comay Homay, DJ Castle, and special musical guests! I will be reading from DIY Magic. Will there be magic tricks? What do you think? And in case you’re wondering what the “final dorm” is. It’s the graveyard.

Chomping on some Betel Nut at the DIY Magic release party with my friend Grant. There was definitely a giddy vibe going on from all the Betel chomping, especially by the end of the evening. Good times; books were signed, red spit was spat, and pints were quaffed. Thanks everyone who came out!

It was great to finally meet some of the artists involved in the illustrations. If you buy a copy of DIY Magic in person, from Floating World Comics, for a limited time it comes with a large print of art from the book. There are dozens to choose from and they look exquisite – get one while supplies last.

Here is the one I chose to go on the door to my study. It’s by Conor Stechschulte and goes with the chapter on Randonneur Psychogeography.

Those of you who are reading the book have probably noticed that I tricked Portland poet James Yeary into writing one of the chapters for me. He was at the release party last night, chomping and spitting . . . do I detect a bit of post-Betel nut elation here?

If you’re in the Portland area be sure to stop by Floating World comics this wednesday from 6-8, to get your copy of DIY Magic! There will be free prints of art from the book for this show only! Also free Betel nut! Party!

Warning – this stuff does stain your teeth if used regularly.

see this thing grew on my face

since I was last here

makes me look angry but

I just wanna be your friend.

I’ll try again. There was this guy named, uh, Dave. But probably not the same Dave your thinking of. Anyhow his Dad was a huge major asshole. Like scum of the earth. Take the biggest asshole you know and now muliply that by a factor of three. Got it?

Now imagine that’s your dad.

So Dave had a job driving an ice cream truck and stuff was ok. Went to the bar got laid and played pinball and thought ’bout poems and comics. But when he walked he had to walk backwards because he didn’t want to walk like his Dad.

I went to a lot of poetry readings. And the poetry pretty much always sucks. If I ever meet a real poet I’ll punch that jerk in the jaw cuz

I bet he’s cheating somehow.

still, it was fun getting here . . .

to the end.