bummed and pissed

So yesterday someone stole my mountain bike, my only means of transportation right now. I'm as much mad at myself as I am at whoever took it, since I foolishly left it unlocked since I was running late. Growing up around here I never locked my bike or house or car and this is the first time I've ever had something major taken from me. The fact that it was probably another student is depressing to me. There's no place to pawn bikes around here and I doubt that the thief needed my bike more me. Which means someone just took it just to be a jackass.
I doubt it was anyone in this class but if you guys could keep your eyes out for it it's a green and black Jamis mountain bike with like 5 stickers I put on there with my name and number. It was parked in the back of the student center and someone took it between 1:00 and 3:00. Already talked to UP and I'm really hoping it will turn up. Walking home in the cold rain today was not pleasant.

"I have been stung by sea-urchins."

Something that Strong said today in class, about cutting and pasting familiar phrases to create sort of collage poetry, reminded me of another really funny and unique piece in the Burroway Book-
-Page 151 "Trials of a Tourist" by Annie Tibble-
Check it out, and read the explanation in the grey box at the end.

workshops

Hey just wanted to thank everybody for the great constructive criticism of my piece today, and say that I've really enjoyed reading and discussing all of your poems and stories. There is a lot of talent in our class. See you Monday.

yes we did

Yay president Obama

Confession

I had a close friend, and we used to get high on methadone back in 2003. I dropped him off at Paul Smiths College and drove back to Canton, nodding in and out on the highway. I thought of calling him the next day but didn't, and that next day or night i guess he took a bunch more, and died in his sleep. I was the last person known to have spoken to him, and our parting words were not ones of kindness. It tortures me sometimes, and the time between that day and this should have been treated by me as a gift, or something. But I've done dangerous things, and hurt people, and wasted time. It calms me to confess, sometimes, and tonight I couldn't reach anyone by phone.
His name was Anthony David Matott and he was a much better person than me.

vote obama