dave markland took one of my blog posts

and made a short film from it called “How to Vote”

even though ive written thousands of blog posts, and several books, and hundreds of poems and stories, and written in dozens of journals and diaries

for some weird reason i never really felt like a writer

until total strangers were saying my words.

oddest feeling ever, i must say.

so since election day is about a year from today,

and in honor of the striking writers, who are are real writers, heres a cool vid.

lauren white, or as i like to call her at all times, raymi the minx came out with a blook called marketable depression way back in 2005.

as fates would have it, i didnt get my autographed copy “tony pierce, suck my dick, xo, Love, Lauren” until last month up in toronto at blogslayerstock.

at a breezy 79 pages, i was able to read the entire book on the plane between TO and LA and i gotta say, i was pleasantly surprised by how well raymi comes across in book form, and how funny the book is.

in it we learn some things about our girl that sorta connect the dots from her blog. we learn about her drug dealing boyfriends, about her time stripping for an online website, and the time she came to LA and ended up in the mental ward.

so many stories, so many jokes, so many ways of explaining to you how awesome she is. crazy thing is, after a while you sorta agree with her. a chick that drunk, that reckless, and that insecure has got to be dead by 22, but no, shes completely on fire and punk rock and girlie and up in ur blogz making u look at her ladyparts.

shes so honest you want to coach her out of saying the things she says in here. she admits several times that she has nothing to say, but she does. and in those rare moments when she doesnt, she can say it in a way thats interesting in itself.

she can do no wrong.

i hope she writes another book very soon because the good news is theres lots of stories in marketable depression but the better news is very few of the stories have solid endings so there are clearly more tales to be told.

by the way there are two more days to vote for her, which you should, here

it was a taping for a tv show that gets broadcasted thru the internets.

i had seen him many years ago at the tibetan freedom concert at the polo fields in frisco when i used to live on the haight. crazy thing about being young and in love in those days were you could stand on a crapy field on a foggy day for hours and hours and hours and not get bored.

wyclef back then just had his guitar and his mind was so scattershot that it matched up with all of ours as we had already seen bjork and beck and the beasties and sonic youth and lord knows what else. god that was long ago.

last night he had a full band and some babe singers and he ran through the crowd and jumped right above my head and danced around on this impossible hand rail and did half his song way up there as i stared at his custom pumas and sometimes the spirit gets in you and you run around and it just gets stronger.

you could feel the magic coming from wyclef even when he was on the stage but standing right next to you it was dazzling.

and once i asked my college professor about creativity and she said that if youre in tune with it, it’s never ending. and id have to believe that dylan and bukowski and picasso and my man from haiti would probably to agree.