beginning to collect my thoughts on actualism, but don't know what i'll do with it. what i really want is to sponsor an actualist revival. maybe for its thirtieth anniversary.

i really miss iowa city. i was young, i was an idiot, i was always leaving to hitchhike to mexico or whatever. i always thought of it as a contradiction in terms anyway (i'll get that postcard up here someday)...but now, this studying of these old poets is kind of bringing some of it back.

the good thing about poetry is, you can read it while you're holding a baby. sometimes i get in my '68 truck and think, if this is the only peace & quiet i get in a day, at least it's a kind of poetry. illinois turning to november and then late november all around me. people in a hurry. leaves blown up in the bed of the truck, but carried along in the vacuum as i amble on down the slow lane...they're suspended there, as if it could maybe be november forever. i wish. november is the spiritual journey...even if it is only out to the dog improvement lands...it's the journey back into the winter peace, if nothing else.

put a link to 100 things on my professional website. then noticed (thanks, j-funk, to my chagrin, that dyslexing a single letter, "ceslteachers.blogpsot" instead of "ceslteachers.blogspot", puts one at a religious site. now that's a little strange. do they have ceslteachers at that religious commune??? is blogpsot a word in hebrew??? where are they getting these cool urls??? huh???

it could be one of those mysteries that stays unsolved for a while.

eli made his 100th perler bead shape. got a letter making corey a leverett. older boys and j-funk & the d-man all coming for thanksgiving. welcome home!

vaya con dios...