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After brunch with Noah and Chuck, I hopped in my car and drove to Chicago, where I’d found a $70 room on Orbitz at the Tremont on Magnificent Mile. This was great—a cozy and comforting sort of place—and I got up to my room and just lay there exhausted for two hours before my reading at Myopic Books… by this point in the trip, I was so tired, and the fact I had stayed up drinking until one or two in the morning and playing Galaga and Ms Pac Man with a bunch of dudes (and completely kicking their asses!) did not help matters.
But I put on my game face (ie a little bronzer, base, eyeliner, mascara, etc…) and cabbed it over to Myopic, which is a really phenomenal bookstore… Look at all these books!:
A guy named Larry Sawyer was my host for the evening. He was great. Here he is at the restaurant we went to after the reading:
Here is my co-reader, Brandi. Her poems were sad and sweet and very sincere. Lovely:
A great audience member who was extremely interested in poetry (we took pict with ID because he came to get extra credit for a class at Indiana University, but also wanted to make it clear he was already getting an A---aw):
Brandi, Larry, and some others:
After dinner, Larry and I went to his place and watched some TV (I haven’t watched TV for probably a month now)—the Wizard of Oz, to be precise, which is pretty interesting vis-à-vis my book, when you consider that story was actually written by Frank Baum potentially in part about the gold standard. Check out some interesting interpretations of the book here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_interpretations_of_The_Wonderful_Wizard_of_Oz)
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