what a bizarre story. i had a friend who saw ted turner at the tallahassee mall once, eating a cinnabon, but it never felt like he was actually present in the area. i am happy that the jokes about “yearning” and “white hot centers,” long mainstays of the FSU creative writing department which had really gotten kind of tired even if, as i understood it, they were necessary to maintain your sanity while taking one of his classes, will soon be reinvigorated with all this new material. he is not a bad writer mostly but he is so dogmatic about his method and so absolutely superior as to be pretty insufferable. i am honored that once i was able to annoy him in person. he was wearing a black leather jacket and made me leave the classroom.
songs about buildings and food 