07 June 2016

"Agony in the Garden" in THE CLEVELAND NEIGHBORHOOD GUIDEBOOK

I mentioned this was coming, but now it’s here: THE CLEVELAND NEIGHBORHOOD GUIDEBOOK from Belt Publishing, which has a bit in it by me called “Agony in the Garden.” I got a kick from reading it out of my contributor’s copy. I have to say, these are really nice books!


If you're in the 216, you have several options for getting yours: The folks at Belt will have a booth at the Cleveland Flea on June 11 and will be holding a launch party at the Market Garden Brewery on June 22. (Alas, the dayjob prevents me from making the trip from NY.) I'm also told the books should be available now at Mac's Backs, Loganberry Books, CLE Clothing, Cosmic Bobbins, and Native Cleveland.

If you're not, or are just anxious to get your hands on "The Least Practical, Most Literary Guide to Cleveland," get yours now!

25 March 2016

For Belgium, the Philippines, and a Better Job...

Time for my Good Friday ritual... showcasing the land of my ancestors!

Ruben Enaje has done this for the 30th year in a row now. This was the guy who lamented a bit having to do this last year (his 29th) for lack of a successor. But now, he's doing this for Belgium. And, because he's Filipino (and you know how we are), he has other reasons...


Enaje, a sign painter, says he also prayed for peaceful Philippine presidential elections this year and a better job.
Mabuhay ng Pilipinas, muh'fuckers!

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15 March 2016

Rise! (Again.)

If you look closely, you can see my energy level.

Let me start by saying this isn't a "Poor Me" post. But sometimes a little whining is therapeutic.

I was knocked out for a week with laboratory confirmed Flu A. One of the clinicians I work with told me that people who've said they've had the flu and miss work for a couple of days really haven't had the flu. I'm starting to think that's true because as I think back, it seems to me that I haven't been sick like that in a long, long time. I'm pretty sure I was delirious the first night.

Anyway, I got better but damn if it wasn't the exact wrong week to miss work. It was a week of project deliverables, most of which made it in. But some didn't, and still haven't. So the week I came back (last week) was catch-up week, and I don't mind telling you it was a harder fight than surviving the flu. I'm still chipping away at it, even as I'm processing this week's work.

Thing is, all this happened about a week after Boskone, at a time when I just felt I'd recaptured a sense of urgency about my writing. I'm not talking "inspiration to write." I'm talking about a feeling of something I could harness, aside from my own willpower, to leverage myself out of the writing slump I've been in for a couple of years. (Yes, I'm in a slump, despite an upcoming publication.)

But it's hard having to constantly climb out of a pit, and that's kind of where I am right now. Not ready to give up or anything, not by a damn sight. Not even as I still feel some lingering effects of something-or-other (shortness of breath, a cough that still hasn't gone away, near constant malaise and fatigue). My boss (who's a registered nurse by training) finally chided me enough to give my doctor a call tomorrow.

And, so begins yet another climb back up.