Word to the Riot
I added Digg, del.icio.us and reddit links on Word Riot. I also started a Facebook group for the site. I feel accomplished.
This issue has fiction by Casey Anderson, Vanessa Carlisle, Damian Dressick, Robert Duffer, Christopher Foley, M. Thomas Gammarino, Steven Gillis, J. Conrad Guest, Kilean Kennedy, Jala Pfaff, Christian Rose, Caleb Ross and J. A. Tyler; poetry by Michelle Ashley, Aya Bassiouny, Lisa J. Cihlar, Janie Hofmann, David LaBounty, David Luntz, Shawn Misener, Denis Robillard, Daniel Wilcox and Joshua Young; and creative non-fiction by Kevin Ó Cuinn, Aimee Caruso and Jessica Wheeler.
There is also a review of Winter of Different Directions by Stephen McDermott as well as an interview with Robert Lopez.
Bye bye, black sheep
Another one of my computers has reached its two-year lifespan.
At least this time the computer’s hardware isn’t going nuts on me. The plastic casing has chipped off one of the hinges that link the keyboard to the screen. I can’t close my laptop anymore but it’s still performing fine.
I use my computer for work. I need something durable with a lot of memory. Disk space doesn’t matter to me all that much.
Oh, benevolent dictator!
This WHYY radio interview with Karl “King” Wenclas of the Underground Literary Alliance and Carla Spataro of Philadelphia Stories in really good:
[Click for Real Media file] (via Timmy Waldron, via Philadelphia Stories)
(Judging by the commercials, it sounds like it’s from a month ago.)
King is in top form in the interview, so it’s well worth a listen. I don’t know Carla Spataro but she held up well against Wenclas and made some excellent points.
I like the ULA. I don’t agree with them all the time, but I like them. I did a ULA reading a couple years ago in this anarchist bar in Philly and it was probably the best lit event I’ve ever been to. All the readers varied in their writing and performance styles and that’s not something you see at most readings. Like, there were slam poets mixed in with short story writers, guys who were so sucked into their words that they spat and shouted their lines and guys who read in a straight monotone. There were just all different types of people. It felt very spontaneous, a little bit lunatic asylum. It was great.
Willowbrook Road
Took a bunch of photos today of my favorite road. It’s where the climax of At the Slaughter takes place.
Here’s one panorama using Autostitch. And here’s another.
