Six Pack

You have to go watch the video at Oliver's! I'm not huge on political satire, but this Joe Six Pack guy is, I think, actually a guy I dated in college. I admit, not one of my best decisions. But if you've read many of my poems (esp. Barberton), you'll get a perfect visual.

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I was going to give a link to Barberton or another poem ispired by my real life Joe Six Pack, but it seems most of my links to lit mags are defunct. Hopefully its just my links that are bad, and not the lit mags themselves. Going to have to do a little searching...

Mary has good (and exciting) news. And don't forget to check out the website.

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I think I'm going to have to break down and call the temp agency today. It seems my bank account is leaking money somewhere (or I don't know how to live on a budget). I won't know if my summer aid application is approved for two weeks, and since my rent is due in two days, I probably need to get some quick income. Hopefully, I'll be temping by Monday and can work until the loans come in (which will hopefully be mid-June). That's a lot of hopefullys. I really didn't want to get stuck in an office this summer, but since I can't seem to even get an interview at any bars or restaurants around town, this seems to be the only option.

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Oh, and I meant to post about this a couple days ago, but did you see In Posse Review? Lots of good poems by lots of friendly bloggers in this issue.

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I got all but one of the books I ordered from Amazon within a week. Then, this morning, I get an email that Corn Shake's At the Drive-In Volcano is "shipping sooner than expected" and will arrive between 6/11 and 6/16. How is that sooner than expected, when it's almost 3 weeks from the day I ordered it? Stupid Amazon.

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Last week was the MFA end of the semester party at the Zephyr in Kent. My friend sent me the pictures we took (I forgot my camera) and here are some pictures.

Aaron: party organizer and DJ

A motley bunch of MFAers

Me and Stephanie

Jay: rockstar, revolutionary, poet

Jay's band: 21 Gun Solution

10 minutes to kill

I'm going out to dinner with my sister tonight, but she just called to say she's running late, so I have ten minutes to kill. What can I blog about for ten minutes?

On Saturday, I met with the rest of the Akros staff to figure out our editorial process. This is the first year in quite some time that we have accepted submissions from outside the university and it's also (as far as I know) the biggest staff ever, so we were kind of confused about where to start. Well, I think we figured it out, and now I have a huge pile of poems to read (and some fiction...I'm not sure they should trust my opinion on that, though--I like Nora Roberts for Pete's sake). I'm really looking forward to it, but for some reason, the food network has been keeping me occupied for the last few days, so no reading done yet.

Last week, I sent some poems to Subtropics, Crazyhorse, AGNI, and The Cincinnati Review. Oh, and Post Road. My new goal is to send poems to at least five journals a week...I'm hoping pure oversaturation will get me published. I haven't picked my five for this week yet, I'm still rummaging through the piles I brought home from AWP and trying to match it up with the research I did before.

Well, looks like my ten minutes are up. Off to the Outback. Mmm...steak.