Nothing to get you in the Christmas spirit like a nice cold MRI in the morning. Brrr…A lot of doctor appointments this last week, which means we have postponed getting our tree. Honestly, our new apartment is so small, we’ll probably just get one of those tiny decorative trees. Like a toy. A toy tree for our toy apartment. It’s supposed to turn cold here after tomorrow. I heard Seattle was having a winter storm warning!

Some of my e-mails seem to having some problems – so if you haven’t heard from me or I haven’t responded to something and you need something urgently, please comment here!

Good news for Aimee Nezhukumatathil and C. Dale Young on the NEA grants! (Sure, it would have been nice to get one those this year, but at least applying was good practice…for applying next time.) And also, my friend Natasha M. just got her first piece of fiction published here. I’m always excited (and jealous) when poets publish fiction.

Lots of waiting rooms mean lots of reading…finished The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, which was a little difficult because it was full of Spanish slang (really I need to pick up some Spanish!) and was pretty brutal in its depiction of atrocities committed in the Dominican Republic by various despots and thugs. Started All the Sad Young Literary Men. Got my contributor’s copy finally of American Poetry Journal, which is now beautifully perfect-bound and full of blogger poetry – and it has a review and a poem in it from little old me. Appropriately, there was a series of three poems called “MRI.”