woo'd

the indisputable highlight of last night's small press dating game was Gary Barwin's poetic attempt to woo Mark truscott, the bachelorette. I asked Gary for a copy of the poem, cause after the line, "through the chest hairs of language," I was laughing so hard, I missed a good 2/3 of it. he's graciously posted it on his blog, along with some reflections about the event.


meanwhile, The Paper is on tv, which is almost enough to keep me distracted from the large thunderclaps that a dragging their heels in getting out of town.