Note: the following entry is based on events that happened September 29 and 30.
My Sonicare electric toothbrush has died. I mean, it's run out of charge. The whole situation would not have occurred were it not for the fact that the bathroom light switch in my Seattle studio apartment also turns off the outlet in which my toothbrush is plugged into to charge. So after being in L.A., I should have remembered to leave the light on for a few hours and I didn't. Now I'm brushing my teeth manually (or as my friend Penelope would say: "the real man's way").
Friday I track down Scotty, who is alive, contrary to my recent thoughts on the matter. We had lost touch over the past six months. Sera takes the day off to hang out with me and we both wish there was a wading pool nearby (the day is warm and sunny and it is a pain to have to do something -- wading pools solve these problems).
Friday night I wander around Denver for a short time, alone, enjoying the crisp, dry air and remembering both why I miss the place and why I left.
Saturday I hang out with Trapper for most of the day. Then we catch a couple bands at Wax Trax before moving on to my reading. The reading goes well. A math poem that I feared would be inaccessible read aloud ended up being the most successful piece read. Of course, that could just mean that everything else I read was crap, but oh well. In any case, I end up selling all of the copies of my book that I brought and that spells success, right? Or something. At least my bag is lighter going back to Seattle.
For those that missed the interview the other day, you can listen to it here. You may want to skip ahead five minutes, past all the technical difficulties. If anyone wants to edit out that stuff for me and make me a better copy, I will be most grateful.