Discovering Houston, Texas

Discovering Houston, Texas

Houston. I’ve been here for a few weeks now. All is good. The first few weeks were difficult for various reasons that I won’t go into so as not to bore you to death. Mostly job and money related. The good news, is that I’m starting to get my bearings a bit, and that I finally have a job I’m happy with. My apartment is right smack in the center of town, and I’m pretty close to just about anywhere I want to go. There’s plenty of places for me to hit on foot, where I don’t have to worry about driving, and if my car were to break down–knock on wood that won’t happen–I wouldn’t be stranded, as my job is but a few blocks from my apartments, and I can make it to groceries and just about anything else vital either on foot or by bike.   That being said, Houston is one hell of a big town. It was built on a swamp, and it’s one hell of a sprawl. To give you some perspective, (according to Wikipedia) Houston spans 639.1 square miles (1,625.2 square Km) and has an approximate population of 2.3 million people, that’s a general density of 3,662 people per square mile (1,414/km). Compare that to Paris, France. A city where I’ve also lived. That city also has an approximate population of 2.3 million people, except the general average density is 55,000 people per square mile (21,000 per square km), and the city itself (intramuros) is 40.7 square miles (105.4 square km). Greater Houston, Texas is 1,660 square miles! Covering more space than...
Trip to the Coffee Shop

Trip to the Coffee Shop

I went to my local coffee shop without my computer this morning. On purpose. I took two books with me: ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT, by Richard Brautigan, and THE COMPLETE COSMICOMICS, by Italo Calvino. And yet, I felt left out. Everybody else was buried inside their laptops. It was like a bunch of laptops came to the coffee shop, and brought along their humans for entertainment. So, so as not to feel completely left out, I buried myself inside my smartphone. @lovieolivia did our new gorgeous menu! Thank you so much. Come check it out and try some of our new items Houston! A post shared by Black Hole Coffee House (@blackholecoffee) on Oct 19, 2016 at 7:09am PDT OWEN BARFIELD — POETRY DICTION She has her thumb over the first letter. At first I thought it was a P, as in Parkfield, however–thank god for smartphones! I look it up on my portable brain and see that it is a B, and that it isn’t PARK but BARF– the excuses I use to dive into a screen, any screen! I cannot extricate myself. She is reading a book. Amazing things happen still, even in today’s world, and I climb out of my e-verse to look at her, me trying not to look creepy or be creepy, or anything else that might seem less than acceptable or advisable, so I plunge back to “learn about the publisher” Wesleyan: who are they, where are they from, what do they publish? Lots of poetry it turns out. Back inside the device where everything is safe not as fluid or...
New Book Placement, Life Keeps Going

New Book Placement, Life Keeps Going

This afternoon, I scored a new placement for my books. Both of them. I’m rather excited about this, so I’m telling you about it. Simple communication strategy. I write and you read. I talk and you listen. I listen and you sing to me. Hopefully you eventually show me in words, songs, and body language what I need to know. And if in case you hadn’t heard, I live in Houston, Texas. Moved here in January of the year of our Monkey 2017. So it ain’t been that long since I’ve been here. This cool little book & record store on Dunlavy and Westheimer in the heart of Montrose decided that both BEER SONGS FOR THE LONELY and GOOD FEELING SEVEN SHORT STORIES should live within their walls. That makes me happy. Please read my books. Please tell me what you think. Even if it’s something close to: Fuck you Asshole for writing this fucking Shit and bothering to get it printed on perfectly good paper that could have been used for something useful! Though obviously, I would rather you tell me I’m a genius 🙂 WIRED UP has very few books on their shelves, and they decided to carry my books. That’s really cool, and it makes me very happy… feeling funny inside like I’ve just eaten a huge breakfast and I now get to hang out on a park bench on a sunny day. I bought a copy of ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT (Heartworm Press 2016), by Richard Brautigan, at the book store in question while I was filling out the consignment paperwork. This collection...