So it’s been a long day, and I’m feeling pretty sick.  I swear, every time I turn on the heater in our apartment, it blasts dusts, and all the germs from over a year ago burst into my lungs and brain.  It’s Los Angeles, though, so being sick seems pretty absurd.  I can understand being cold when it’s freaking 30 degrees outside, and if you leave the house before your hair dries, then your hair will freeze.  But catching a cold in L.A.–seriously?  By the way, this whole hair freezing thing had happened to me several times back home.  And I’m not going to lie right now.  I’m so excited that the only snow I see outside is on top of a giant mountain that seems miles way.  That’s one thing I love about L.A. in the winter — the snow on the mountains and that it’s so far away from my driveway.

Oh yeah, pumped to share this new piece with you that came out at the LA Weekly.  A couple of months ago, I saw Jeremy Radin read at the Sunset Jubilee at the PEN Center Stage.  He was incredible.  Since I saw him read, I’ve wanted to write a story about him.  So I pitched the editor, and she accepted.  I’m really happy to see this piece in print, because poets get no love.  And poetry is a wonderful thing.  Here’s the piece: Jeremy Radin.  

Also, I’m thinking about writing a Top ten favorite albums of 2012 — just like the books post.  I listen to a lot of music while I write, so this would be fun.  Now, I just need to find out where Heron is with my chicken noodle soup!  Goodnight everyone.