One night in Worcester makes a hard man humble ...

... or, maybe not. But still, it's certainly not been boring around here, lately.

Been going to a lot of goodbye readings, retirement parties, et al, the last of which for the time being (Dear God, I hope) was David Keali'i's excellent reading Sunday for the Poets Asylum. A fantastic set. David weaves sexuality, heritage and geek culture together like no one I've ever seen, and rocks a mean cover of a Pablo Neruda poem. I'm going to miss him terribly as he goes off to grad school in Hawaii. Ex...