The poetry slam up in Berkeley was a blast! I didn't win, but people liked my poems (read "Confessions" and "Pre-Med") and there was just a ton of great material that night. It would take too long to list all the poems that impressed me, but if the Berkeley people keep this up, San Francisco is going to be in trouble.
Met Jason beforehand for dinner (yummy crepes at Crepes-a-Go-Go) and he ended up coming to the slam. Met up there with Lydia and her friend Shane, who were crashing at our place afterwards, and ended up letting Garland, a visiting Monterey poet, crash there as well. All stayed up late talking; much fun! Didn't get nearly enough sleep, but it was well worth it...
Very tired and sluggish; I think I have a mild cold, though it appears to be getting better. Exercising semi-regularly again, hurrah! And even if nothing else is progressing, work on the webzine is -- we have a name! After much discussion and check of what was available, we're going with:
Clean Sheets
Hmm...well, perhaps I should go pretend to work. Talk to y'all later...
8:30 p.m. -- Well, I wrote something. Not fiction, not for anyone who is going to pay me, but an essay that I'm pretty happy with, on growing up in the AIDS era. Got to check a few things on it, and then I'll send it out to the readers list and the erotica workshop for critique.
Jed's coming to dinner, and we're just finishing up cooking, so I'm going to go give the sauce one more stir...