Friday Night Noise: Satin Hooks & Newagehillbilly.

Yeah, I know: there's been a Scientology video advertisement running at the top of this site all week! Why? No idea. Adsense generates ads based on whatever content I bring to the table, so something I'm doing here prompted this ad to appear and beckon you to join their high-profile cult. Weird. Sorry about this.

DUDE, PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO BUY MY BOOK!

Friday Night Noise: B L A C K I E and Talk Normal.

The Washington College Magazine has a little blurb on Assembling the Lord here. Thanks, Marcia Landskroener!

FUN WITH MATHS

So there I was, the other week, feeling all dejected and spurned over Assembing The Lord's dismal sales. Sure, I haven't done any signings or readings - there are reasons for that, believe me - and poetry isn't a hot commodity or anything, but I genuinely believed that we could move more than twelve copies of this thing by now. (Did I mention that ten of those copies were purchased by my dad? My dad rocks.) So we're coming up on ninety days since the book came out, and we just logged our thirteenth sale! Go us! That means, like, good luck, right? I divided 90 by 13 in our cheap basic calculator and I guess it works out to one copy sold for every seven days or something. (Not quite, but I'm not typing out all the decimals right now. I mean, I just stained a side porch today, and I'm wiped, you know?)

Anyhow, sweet! And that's a Jay-Z-on-American Gangster "sweet," like it's the 1970s and things can only get better from here. Onward and upward, etc.

Rancid's Let The Dominoes Fall, distilled.

(Nodin insisted on purple! It's his favorite color.)

Friday Night Noise: Earn & Black Pus.

LIFE AT THE FAR END OF THE LONG TAIL: DISPAIR RENDERED IN PICTURES

Ain't capitalism grand?

Friday Night Noise: Endless Blinding Sunshine & Speak Onion.

Friday Night Noise: Indian Jewelry and Prurient.