Here's a little interview I just did with Brainerd Carey for WYBC Yale Radio! Thank you for having me on, Brainerd!
I'm thrilled that a new essay (and an ooooooold picture) are up the Washington Post!
I'm honored be named the 2018 Bill Pelz Arts Advocacy Award winner by the Ames Community Arts Council. "The award is for that person who generates enthusiasm for Ames arts events by taking every opportunity to promote and encourage participation at any and all levels: as an audience member, as a performer or as a behind-the-scenes volunteer." Thank you, Jim Coppoc, for the nomination and ACAC for spotlighting area arts and artists!
The 2018 ceremony will be Sunday, April 22, 1:30 p.m. at Octagon Center for the Arts. t's free and open to the public. Afterwards, let's go sing some karaoke or something!
"Bill Pelz was one of Ames’ most enthusiastic arts advocates. During his tenure as Mayor of Ames from 1974-1975, he hosted the first fund raising event for ACTORS to obtain its building on Abraham Drive. As mayor, Bill created the Ames Community Arts Council. Today there are six board members and six representatives of member organizations. Originally this body acted as an advisory group to the city council for funding arts organizations with revenue sharing funds available from the federal government. Then and now ACAC serves as a coordinating and advocacy organization for the arts in Ames."
"How do you trim a parrots beak?" I asked Brian on my first trip.
"I wouldn't recommend it unless their diets are deficient."
"Really?"
"No way—I've had one drop dead in my hand from the stress of it and I'm very, very good at it."
I'm in great company in the new issue of Spork. Thank you, Richard, for giving a fine home to five insane poems.
Two more of my poems have been added to the Academy of American Poets database. I'm deeply honored be in such esteemed company.
Last night, I asked Collin to see his holiday light sketchbook, where he's supposedly been keeping detailed ideas for potential displays all year. I bought some metallic star stickers to mark the designs I approved. It was my idea for him to maintain the sketchbook, and—if I do say so myself—an excellent one. Well, I'm sure you can guess what happened. Every page was blank. Fifth year in a row. So I guess it's back to a strobe light on the lawn and an airhorn hooked up to a motion detector. Like we're friggin' animals.
I'd like something like this, but with light-up animatronic Yodas, birds and mushrooms instead of the baby Jesus.
[Gulp] Here's an excerpt from the memoir I've been working on! First time it's ever seen sunlight or felt the caress of strangers' eyes! Thanks again, The Inquisitive Eater and Laura Cronk, for having me.