Tuesday, May 04, 2004

chewing on glass. 

and then there was:


listening to Can and reading mumbo jumbo waiting for warm Texas nights to never end. working on outlining/developing my novel which is going to be a literary mash-up of garcia-marquez's 100 Years of Solitude and Giovanni Bocaccio's 14th century noodlework, The Decameron. the danger mouse of novelists.

not really.

bzzzzz. bleep.

(what about a book detailing a "counter-history" of what it means to be latin-american in the twenty first century and nutso electronic music? don't steal my shit, hoez)

grad school in Austin? move to London? teach in Chile? sit in Mexico and write?

what is a young (mexican) american literature student to do?
WHHHAAAAT???

p.s. check out my reviews in this month's URB if your bored and need some toilet literature.

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