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By joshuacitrak, on July 12th, 2010 |
 I just received an invite to read at this July’s LitQuake/Instant City event, this Sunday in the Mission. I really have no other details other than when and where: Gypsy Honeymoon and Heart Wine Bar 1266 Valencia St SF CA Sunday, July 18 6-8 pm Stop by, say “hi.” By Teresa K. Miller, on May 29th, 2010 |
A drawer full of screws and loose paperclips. As opposed to filled with. 92% of us are carrying around plastic estrogen. What are you, and whether that makes you spoken for. That I would waste actual physical paper in the process. The state tells me they need to understand integer operations. Whether you meant to or not, sitting on his lap was the perfect antidote. *** How long before you can no longer stand your own company. Didn’t not, double negative, it’s the same as adding a positive. Hold your arms up and show me how it works, two minus arms that cross into a plus. There are doubts during a dry spell. There was a backup plan that went south, that went pregnant, that became suddenly entirely unappealing. It is an actual biological fact tethered in the body. *** For two years afterward, every neon windbreaker coming up the hill was you, I could pull over and offer to take you home, you could prefer the exercise before dinner, could think yourself back into existence. We could have a standing date where the bartender always likes me better. I have seen some since on the wall above the stairwell, just clinging. Out of context it is one body sleeping. *** Where is their hive and why did you settle for mechanized translation back and forth as intentional language. There is something to two bodies in a room, working in parallel. We were no less careful than I have been with anyone else (and I have been with…) The desire to be born works its way back and spills over the rim of the condom. If through carelessness I could remake you.
By joshuacitrak, on May 10th, 2010 |
I’ve got a new piece I’m really proud of in the latest issue of Instant City. The issue comes out May 17th, and there’s a release party and reading happening that day. While I won’t be reading, Charles Gatewood, Amanda Davidson, Andrew Dugas, and Sherilyn Connelly will. When: Monday, May 17 stop by, say hi. By joshuacitrak, on May 4th, 2010 |
a MFA-like piece of fiction writing can contain any one of the following:
By joshuacitrak, on April 14th, 2010 |
according to PW Daily. Not sure if this is a good thing or what. While I certainly don’t side with the traditional Publisher-Author model, my reasons for it are mostly financial. The authors simply don’t get a big enough cut for their work. However, the submission process, the vetting, the editing, sales gauging I do believe are important. You can’t just create art in a vacuum and throw it up on Scribd or LuLu for sale. Just because your mom thinks it’s good doesn’t mean that it is. Valid work must be judged by your peers and deemed worthy. There must be a process of weeding out the ego seekers, the fledgling players, the no talent hacks who frankly don’t deserved to be published. And for all it’s flaws, that’s what the current system does do positively. While I’m sure there are marginalized legitimate authors who find these channels to be their only way, I’m guessing that their numbers are quite a few less the the several hundred thousand self-published last year. They call it “vanity press” for a reason. By joshuacitrak, on April 5th, 2010 |
If you’re not an avid Life Hacker reader, then you need to question your motives. With the new iPad coming out, and e-readers in general being in the news, LH had this helpful post about Calibre, a file converter for the ePub format. (.ePub is the — kinda — universally accepted file format for an e-book and the only one that the iPad accepts) By joshuacitrak, on March 27th, 2010 |
I was a one man crime way today. This afternoon I snuck out of a real boring company lunch — the quality being somewhere between fast food and Chili’s — where the higher ups in the company went around to each table and butted into our conversations saying we should really go into the next room to view the “new company reel.” Fuck that. I took the elevator and went walking near the Bay. There were tourists everywhere. I was walking on the other side of the Embarcadero with them. Just enjoying the blue sky. When I saw an advertisement on the K-line shelter that said, “Investors Make the World Go Around,” and it had Charles Schaub’s name on it. I don’t know why, but I went from zero to pissed in a heartbeat. I mean, I just couldn’t believe that shit those fuckers were trying to spoon feed us. These are the same cocksuckers who tanked the economy and they want to stick up advertisements glorifying money? Fuck that. I was fucking pissed. I always carry a HardCore ink marker with me. This one was Golden Gate Orange. I crossed to the center of the Embarcadero where the K-line stop is. And say, “excuse me” to the people waiting for the trolley and crossed out “Investors” and put “LOVE.” As I walked away a lot of the people there kept looking at the advertisement like they didn’t understand it any more. Later on in the evening I was walking up the the Sanchez stairs to Cumberland where my car was parked. They had just repainted them covering over all the graffiti and tags and shit. They wasn’t a SINGLE MARK on them. Good thing I always carry a Hardcore ink marker. Real good thing… But as I was driving home, I had to swerve to avoid a big pothole that a construction crew had left. All their cones and saw horses were knocked over. So I stopped in the middle of the intersection to straighten them all out, but thought better of it. Instead, I just threw them in the back of my car. I set them up in the intersection near my place while all the old heads who hang out at the corner liquor store watched me. Then we all stood there drinking beer out of paper bags watching all the cars negotiate the intersection as if they’d completely forgotten how to drive. By joshuacitrak, on February 26th, 2010 |
You’ve been waiting like what, two freaking years for this? Well, AITPL #13 is out today. I’ve got a piece I’m really proud of in it. It’s something that i held on to, no joke, until the right opportunity to came along to place it. The issue’s theme is, duh, bad luck. It’s 236 pages with a color cover, and costs only $9.95 plus shipping, or only $1.99 on the Kindle. Authors include: Keith Buckley, Aaron Carnes, Daniel Crocker, Timothy Gager, Nathan Graziano, Fiona Helmsley, Rebel Star Hobson, Robert Howington, Jon Konrath, Ben Mack, Jillian Olenik, Hassan Riaz, John Sheppard, Todd Taylor, and Daniel Trask. Buy it now! By joshuacitrak, on February 23rd, 2010 |
i love frequent Atlantic contributor Sandra Tsing Loh. She has the uncanny ability to nail, succinctly, the slices of the pie that make up our culture. This is from her “Classed Dismissed” piece:
By joshuacitrak, on February 18th, 2010 |
We would hike up Telegraph Hill all the way to Coit Tower. We’d go past the parking lot to where you see the sweep of the Bay laid out and people clogging up the panorama posing for pictures. We’d climb over the concrete barrier that kept the tourists from falling off the cliff while they posed, slide down through the succulents and scrub and pine tree roots there to keep the dirt from eroding away scoot down on our butts right to the edge of the cliff. There was a wire fence there, stretched and loose and then the city just dropped off two hundred feet. Once down there we’d smoke and share a tall beer and look out over the Bay at all that was ours. Tourists and their languages and stupid questions and ugly clothes stayed safe and boring up above us. All they did was show up where the icon on their colorful, cartoony map said to, not knowing why, but making sure to take plenty of photos should they figure it out some day before they die. When we were done we’d toss the beer can over the edge of the cliff and strain to hear it hit so far below. |
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