Las Vegas Spleen

Well, I finally broke down and did it. After the peer pressure, the sheer pressure, and the pressure shears, I have joined the ranks of millions of self-centered and half-amusing people who have a blog (which is an ugly word, a painfully insincere and synthetic word).

Egads.

But like the fact that I drive a car and eat meat, I have resigned myself to this...lifestyle choice.

So it begins.

Since I quit smoking... FAQ

1) What can I expect to find on your blog?

(Evil laughter). Mostly anything really, though I will probably most frequently write about poetry---I mean the good stuff: no Rod McKuen bullshit here, though who knows, I may do a tribute just out of spite. In addition to poetry and po-biz, expect to see postings about guns, aboriginal survival skills, eco- and ethno- poetics, commentary about books, films, music, and cultural ephemera, Italian language and culture, poetry translation, nude hiking, particle physics, ethnobotany, life in Las Vegas, especially revolving around the homogeneous community in which I live and love---Stallion Mountain---and my dog, Macchia. BUT most importantly, you'll read about me and poetry and guns and your mom.

2) Why is there only one FAQ?

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