In Texas, summer is winter. And you’re not out of the woods until October…

Haven’t been able to make myself do any scanning this week (man, I’d kill for an intern), so an iPhone shot will have to do…

I made this last night, and then this morning I read a Tommy Howells tweet along the same lines:

What Hamlet needed was to get out of the castle.

UPDATE: Here’s a cleaned-up version:

I recommend dual sinks.

See also: “What Happens to The Married” & “Home Depot“

Meg and I took a 6-hour roadtrip down to South Padre Island last weekend. It’s amazing to me that taking a car trip can still be so romantic. The car as an intimate space. You’re not distracted by your normal routine–there’s nothing to do but talk to each other, listen to music, or look out the window. We stayed off of the big interstates for most of the trip, took 183 down to Corpus Christi through small Texas towns. I saw a huge row of wind turbines spinning on the horizon. Tractors running in the fields. Cones from Dairy Queen. Little traffic. No stress.

Yes, it felt like a victory of sorts.

UPDATE: Here’s a cleaned-up version:

Check out this white-out interview with Ed Champion.

True story.

Thanks to everybody who has bought a copy of Newspaper Blackout and kept it on the Poetry Foundation’s Best Seller list for 16 weeks straight.

I had a professor in college who told me, “the only reward you get from being an artist is that you get to make art.”

No matter what, it always comes back to the work.