Long & Lost

That's me. I haven't been posting this week due to illness. Food poisoning, I think.

Do not eat at C---- B--- if you happen to be in Eugene.

Chicago was fun. I didn't get a chance to eat a) a hot dog, b) Chicago pizza, or c) at Frontera Grill/Topolobampo, so my culinary goals went sadly unachieved. However, I'll try to take on all three next time.

St. Louis was fun, if busy. We didn't spend much time there, but I got to see Robyn, Nick, and Julie Dill read their brilliant poems. Aaron Belz was a gentleman, as always, and I finally got to meet his wife and children. And see his huge freakin' house.

I also met Jonathan Mayhew of Bemsha Swing fame. He seemed like a nice fellow, but didn't stick around long due to car problems.

I might be moving into the Twemlow-Schiff apartment for a summer sublet, which means I'll be blogging from Chicago in the summer months. What fun.

Okay--all this blogging has made me dizzy. It's time to recline on a couch somewhere.