weekend.

Friday night after work met up with Mr. Paul Fain, who succeeded me on the University of Delaware Review's op/ed desk in, I think, 1994. Met for dinner at The Heights on 14th and Kenyon. The zircon- mustard-encrusted tuna was so good last time I had to order it again, and it wasn't anywhere near as good. Phooey. But the company was splendid. ( My Dinner with Pfunk... )

uniformly enormous penes( for the lascivious amusement of the assembled clientele )

Cheese Lord Jim's wedding( featuring a truly appalling string trio murdering a half dozen composers in the balcony )

I danced. Yes.

( Hung out with Nathan much of the time. )

Sunday: same sleep routine. ( Wake up and turn all the clocks back )

Last two DVDs of "Season 2.5" of Battlestar Galactica last night, and everything was great until ( ... )

Sonnet from the Porch de Guise

My sister is in love with B.D. Wong:
I've seen her diary sketches where he wears
A singlet, a wifebeater, or a thong;
I know she's named her shelf of teddy bears
Mukada, George Huang, and Detective Chao;
I've seen the tears roll down her face when he'd
Look broken-hearted; and I've heard her vow
To carry and bear his child, should he so need.
The wicked, wanton twinkle in her eye
Whenever he's in something on the tube
Can only mean she's dreaming that the guy
Will make her suck his cock, then grab some lube
To slather up his latexed hand and fist her—
Ok, ok. I haven't got a sister.