Accomplishments: Last Tuesday of October 2012

Amazing, there are crosswalks on Lacson Street.  How is it that self never saw them before?  It took the kind proprietor of Burloloy, a jewelry store on Mayfair (She went there to shop for Christmas presents and other fabulous indulgences.  Cousin Mae introduced her to the designer, Richard, in March), to point them out.

Self was complaining that every time she crosses Lacson Street, she feels as if she is taking her life in her hands. She’s been wanting to go to Burloloy since she first arrived, she told him, but she just never managed the energy to walk to Mayfair.  Richard took her to the sidewalk and pointed.  There, before self’s disbelieving eyes, was a crosswalk.  Wide as all get-out.

Bacolod fries her brains!  Disorders her thinking!  Makes her crave masahe every day!

Today self had a one-hour Swedish massage in Bacolod Spa (Only 250 pesos:  about $6!).

She got rice cakes and turon from the Bacolod Organic Market.

She bought the Negros Daily Bulletin (Front Page Headline:  DRIVE VS ILLEGAL ACTS DOES NOT EXEMPT COPS!) and the Visayan Daily Star.

She finished the Valerie Trueblood story, which she will use to end this post.

And she found out that burloloy = the Tagalog word butingting. 

Richard is a jewelry designer. His fabulous creations can be found in Burloloy, a shop in Mayfair Bldg., on Lacson Street

Anyhoo, self bought this fabulous burloloy for 280 pesos (about $7).  Isn’t it bee-yoo-ti-ful, dear blog readers?  Goes so well with her neon pink blouse!

Richard P designed this fabulous necklace that self wound up buying.

You know, it just feels so right to be buying things like this in Bacolod, when ordinarily the words “bling” + “self” simply do not go together!  Especially back home in good ol’ Redwood City!  Where the most significant outings of self’s day are to the library or to Redwood Nursery!  Lately, the biggest thing on self’s social calendar is a movie at the local Century 20!

The other thing self noticed about herself when she is in Bacolod is that she likes to use her brightest, reddest lip gloss, almost every day.  Sure, Bacolod is a grungy provincial town, not particularly beautiful.  But self feels vibrant when she is there.

Anyhoo, self promised to end with a quote from the Valerie Trueblood story, “Suitors,” and she shall.  MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!

What were those big white flowers in the next field?  Where?  There, in the grass.  He threw back his head and laughed.

The laugh, Lali had said, is an attribute of the man, and if you delight in it, go forward.

“Flowers!  Those are calves.”  He was still laughing, bent over with it.  “Herefords.  That’s their white faces.”  The calves were lying down, hidden in the thick grass.

“I’m a vegetarian,” Meg said.

He remembered she had mentioned that.  He had a good recall, it turned out, for everything she had said at that first meeting.  He was ready to change many things, though the difficulty would be in changing himself.  Never mind that, she said.

The next story in the collection is called “Choice in Dreams” and begins:

Molly was hoping to have a dream in which she didn’t disgrace herself, in which she got to be an innocent tourist.

Ooooh, it slays her.  It simply slays her.

Stay tuned.

The Further Adventures of Self in Bacolod

Yesterday, self was in a rather disconsolate mood.  This traveling can be somewhat exhausting.  She’s been to so many places, already, this year:  India.  Scotland.  Amsterdam.  Paris.  London.  Bacolod (twice).  Perhaps she should call it quits and cool her heels back in the ol’ US of A, where right now she imagines all the houses on her street decked out in Halloween witchery:  bedsheet ghosts hanging from trees, spiders dangling from eaves, pumpkins with glowing eyes lining the driveways.

She received several rejections (which normally doesn’t slow her one bit), and was wondering how much more she could eke out of her Bacolod experiences before she totally runs out of cash.

One e-mail, though, was from a travel magazine, inviting her to contribute.  Hmmm.  Self checked the originating address.  An American magazine!  That means she might get paid in dollars!  Woot hoot!  She read the rest of the e-mail and learned that the editors are unable to pay contributors just yet, they are in the very early stages of the project, perhaps later when they start pulling in a profit, and so forth (What is the point, self wonders, of being a Bacolod heiress/princess if one has constantly to be on the look-out for paying jobs?)

Here are the things self managed to do this morning:

• She caught a Bata/Libertad jeep to San Sebastian Cathedral (Fare:  8 pesos) and heard early morning mass.

• She grabbed a taxi and directed it to the Daku Balay, intending to pay the fare with some borrowed cash from family funds (which, you know, are bottomless.  And they might as well pay her rather than bribe the driver.  She could just offer, you know, to bribe herself and keep them informed of all her future whereabouts.  This would eliminate the middleman —  the driver —  and permit direct transfer of goods from producer —  self — to consumer, Genen Family Corporation.  Wouldn’t you say this was a brilliant proposal, dear blog readers?  She wonders why it didn’t occur to her sooner!)

Would you believe, when she got to the Daku Balay, she found that the offices were closed because, according to a very confused security guard (He had an armalite hanging from one shoulder, very scary), it was an official holiday.  What official holiday?  Ramadan.

“Are we Muslim?” self burst out.

“No,” he said.

But the guard looked so confused —  evern perhaps a little terrified —  by the presumably wild look in self’s eyes that she didn’t have the heart to continue grilling him.

So OK, Bacolod celebrates Ramadan now.  That’s interesting.  Will wonders never cease?

She then tried to borrow pesos to pay the taxi from the lone secretary who’d wandered in, but the poor woman was on her way to visit her relatives in La Castellana and though she did not have the strength of will to resist self’s demand for taxi fare (Perhaps this would qualify as a friendly-type mugging), self felt sorry for her and decided instead to knock on cousin Mae’s door and borrow some cash.  Luckily, Mae was already up.  Self then excitedly informed her that she was going around in a taxi.  Mae said she was going to the funeral of a man who’d been murdered last week (owner of the Eastview Hotel).  Self was on the point of asking if she could come along, as she’s never been to an actual Bacolod funeral, and this one would no doubt be packed because of the unusual and violent circumstances of the man’s demise.  But then she thought that if she did ask, this would be just one more piece of evidence pointing to her supposed derangement.  So she bit her lip.  Though it disappointed her mightily to do so.)

Then self directed the poor taxi driver, who swore he used to know her father, Oso, to the Organic Market close to the Negros Museum, and had him wait while she had her fourth cup of brewed coffee of the day, and consumed one but-ong (10 pesos, or about 24 cents).  Never mind that this was actually her second breakfast of the day.  Before taking the jeep to the Cathedral, she’d had a breakfast of corned beef and scrambled eggs.  Hmm, hmm, hope self can still squeeze into her Economy plane seat for the flight back to California!

Self’s breakfast at the Bacolod Organic Market, where they sell 10 different kinds of rice, all manner of organic coffee, and pumpkins/squash.

She also bought a package of “Artisan Piaya, made from Muscovado Cane Sugar.”

Her last e-mail from sole fruit of her loins said:  “Hope things are fine out in Bacolod.”  Hmmm.  That mildly sardonic tone, that’s pure son, right there.  She wondered if he’d been reading her blog.  Naaah, probably not.  But his senses are very fine-tuned (just like self’s).  Self swears, she could be contemplating a coconut tree and son, all the way in California, will know exactly what her state of mind is.  She could have told him he would make an excellent psychologist, he got so much practice with her, when he was growing up.  Dearest Mum used to be-moan the fact that sole fruit of her loins switched from being a Chemistry major to being a Psychology major.  “It’s because of you!” Dearest Mum would say.  Well, of course it’s because of self!  She has many friends who seem very happy in their domestic arrangements, and then will confide that one or more of the progeny went into Psychology.  Aha!  That is the number one tell-tale giveaway to “All is not as it seems”!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Out and About in Edinburgh

The sun was shining!

It was a glorious day!

Self found herself on the bus for Edinburgh!  (At least, that’s where she ended up getting off.  When she got ON the bus, many hours ago, she thought she was heading for the beach at Portobello!)

She found herself walking to Queen Street, and dropped by the National Potrait Gallery again! (Their coffee shop has the most yummy desserts!  Today self tried a coconut and raspberry macaroon!  She also got a cup of black coffee —  the cups are huge, about double the size of  Peet’s back home!)

Then she walked and walked and walked.

She found herself in a most verdant park.

She saw imposing monuments (of Sir Walter Scott, among others)!

Sir Walter Scott, Princes Street

She saw the Olympic Rings, affixed just below Edinburgh Castle!

She saw a huge department store called Jenners!  Which had a 50% off sale on women’s handbags and wallets!

A petite woman in a headscarf was going crazy over Italian bags! (She only looked at the white handbags, self noticed)

Another woman was trying on wide-brimmed black hats adorned with pink roses!

There was a band regaling passersby in the park next to the Scottish National Gallery!

Self saw the BIGGEST, absolutely the BIGGEST pigeons she has ever seen (At least, self assumed they were pigeons, since they were white and had wings.  But, since self lost her contac lenses two weeks ago —  in fact, only two days after arriving in Edinburgh —  she can’t be 100% sure that they actually WERE pigeons!)

Afterwards, since self was a wee bit fatigued, she treated herself to a cab to Dalkeith.  The cab driver was covered in tattoos of his favorite soccer team, the Edinburgh Hearts!  He told self that he coughs up 385 pounds every year for a season ticket!

Self inquired if he knew where Fettes (brother-in-law’s boarding school) was, and he told her how to get there by bus (some other time)

She heard bagpipes!

She saw a Kentucky Fried Chicken a few blocks down from Blackwell’s on Nicolson Street!

She saw the Surgeon’s Hall again!

Edinburgh is so beautiful.

Afterwards, self decided to drop by the Bonnyrigg Public Library before heading back to the Castle.  There, she bumped into Joan, one of the other writers.  We hailed a cab driven by Gina, the only full-time woman cab driver in Midlothian.  Then self managed to add a few more pages to the story she began writing two days ago.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Accomplished: Post-Bacolod, Week 1

• Called Kathleen B, just back from her own Magical Philippine Memory Tour
• Got Super-Nice Rejection from The Paris Review.
• Learned that a tornado hit Bacolod on the day she left.
• Learned that Niece G was in Arizona recently, with her parents and younger brother Chris.
• Learned that northern California in early April is still cold.
• Learned that Jeremy Lin had surgery recently.
• Perused Nicholson Baker novels in local Barnes & Noble.
• Saw Niece G in the City yesterday evening. Ate at Indian restaurant on Valencia (Udupi Palace, 1007 Valencia: they only take cash).  Discovered Modern Times moved to a new location (According to niece, years ago).  Told Niece about her adventures in Bir and Dharamsala. Sprang for bill, which came out to a grand total of $11.83 (This was a main dish —  vegetable/pineapple chapati w/ three kinds of curry, and a small bowl of lentil soup — and two desserts)

• Began revising an old story, “Ambition.”
• Sent out xx stories.  Self forgets exactly how many.  But it feels like she sent out a lot.
• Re-wrote pig story.
• Sent author bio to another magazine.
• Watched “Animal House” (last night).  Was reminded of how pretty Brooke Allen was.  And how cute Tim Matheson was.  And how hilarious John Belushi was.
• Cleaned the bathroom.
• Went to Costco, purchased ground beef, Nyquil cold pills, Salonpas.
• Made for dinner: chicken curry; ground beef and tofu (Korean-style); chicken stir-fried with asparagus
• Dropped by Pampelmousse, successfully avoided buying more than one coconut macaroon.
• Saw “The Hunger Games.”  Grade:  B
• Watched penultimate episode of “Justified.”  Grade:  B
• Did three loads of laundry.
• Fertilized camellias, clematis, ferns, hydrangeas, roses.
• Swept away all the dog hair and dust balls from the kitchen, dining room, and living room.
• Paid a bill.
• Deposited an author payment check, HOORAY!
• Checked Facebook at least once a day. Chatted with Margarita Donnelly.  Who sounds as chipper as ever (Margarita is attending a Poetry Concord in May!)
• Lost her favorite pair of earrings. Bought a new pair for $12.
• Researched when next new episode of “Revenge” is set to air:  April 18, YAY!
• Watched “1000 Ways to Die” (aka the Stupidest Show on Television). The husband was laughing so hard, self didn’t have the heart to demand that he change the station.
• Watched Stanford women’s basketball team get trounced by Baylor in the NCAA semi-finals.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Sunday in Bacolod

March is hot.  Last night, surprisingly, it rained.  Cousins had taken her to Italia, which is a really neat restaurant/art gallery.  Last night was the opening for a new exhibit, Fécondé, by Lydia Velasco:  Self saw vivid paintings of striking women in native Filipino (peasant?) attire (salakots, etc), but with pretty fab jewelry, long manicured nails.  The women were dusky, full-lipped, high-cheekboned —  not the traditional-looking Filipino women of Amorsolo.  Self’s favorite was a series called “A Mother’s Love.”

The food was an assortment of Italian-inspired hors d’ouerves, paella (Yumm!  Self cannot seem to restrain herself from eating and eating, this trip.  The first comment made to her by anyone here was:  “Parang tumaba ka.“) and a most delicious pizza (which self was unable to eat, as she was already feeling over-loaded).

Today and yesterday, self’s nails are painted a bright blue.  The manicures here cost 70 pesos ($1.64).  If she gets tired of her blue nails, she’ll pick a new color tomorrow.  The manicurista will be so happy to see her, for self’s usual tip is 30 pesos (70 US cents).

She opens her e-mail and gets a message from the Smithsonian.  She’ll be in Washington, DC in April, for the “Asian American Encounters” at the National Portrait Gallery.  April is cherry blossom time in Washington.  The city will be beautiful.  And, for the first time ever, the husband is accompanying self to one of her literary events.  Yup, he actually got his ticket, before self left for Bacolod.

Since self is such an indefatigable researcher, she finds the Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Blog, and discovers that Japan donated 2000 cherry trees to the nation’s capitol in 1910.  Unfortunately, however, those trees arrived “diseased” and the whole lot had to be destroyed.  “Dr. Jukichi Tamine, who had funded the original gift, again put up money for the purchase of more trees . . .  Taken from a variety of cherry trees lining the Arakawa River in Tokyo, 3020 cuttings (or “scions”) arrived for planting in 1912.”

The first Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, DC was held in 1935.  “Since that time, the gift has been reciprocated several times, as clippings from the DC cherry trees have been sent back to Japan to repair damage (from World War II and other incidents of flooding) to trees that line the Arakawa River.”

Later in April, son and Jennie will be in the Bay Area for a conference.  Happy happy joy joy!  Definitely, we must take them out to dinner.

In the meantime, self plans to spend the rest of the day planning day trips.  She’d love to return to the sugar central in La Carlota.  Never will she forget the sight of an absolute mountain of brown sugar in the warehouse there, in September last year.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Self Hearts Bong Bong

• Bong Bong who arranges flowers every Saturday in the church in Sum-ag, and who decorated the chapel in Santa Fe in honor of Dear Departed Dad’s birthday, today.

The Chapel in Santa Fe Resort. Hope those flowers stay fresh for tomorrow’s mass, at 11 a.m.

• Earrings.  The ones Jennie made and presented to self, the morning she left Claremont.  She’s been wearing them every day since.
• Fried lumpia from Santa Fe Resort’s restaurant, Crocodile Haven.
  
• pichi-pichi from Bailon Fastfood.  Self downed three in one gulp.
• Friday hukay-hukay in Talisay:  Tawad allowed.  In fact, expected.  Bought three items of clothing yesterday, 100 pesos each.
• L’Fisher Chalet Rooftop Terrace —  hosting a concert tonight (Noisy!  Still, how fab that self can hear the performers so clearly without having to leave her room!  Very throaty singers!)
• San Sebastian Cathedral, where self heard mass today.  This evening, self noticed that there are three neon red symbols on top of each of the Cathedral’s three towers.  The mass was in English.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Dharamsala, Day 2

The view from self’s room in the Snow Crest Inn, Nadi Village, Dharamsala

A knock came on the door, about 10 minutes ago.  It was self’s all-faithful guide, Max, who is 25 years old, who just got married to Gita, who earns $75/ month working for the Snow Crest Inn, whose father taught English in a private school …  Wait, where is self going with this?

Self chose the Snow Crest Inn precisely because her internet research led her to believe they had great wi-fi.  But all day yesterday, and most of today, there was nothing.  This morning, Max led her to an internet café (next to a “Sacred Lake”, called Dal), and she was able to blog.  She couldn’t do anything else, because Max was peering over her shoulder at everything self typed, and even though self trusts him, she didn’t want him see her passwords.  So she stuck to just her blog.

Then Max and self walked all around the town, and visited the Buddhist temple, and looked at a very old cemetery under the pine trees, and bought old stuff from the vendors in the market, and had ample time to observe how trash spilled helter skelter down the mountainsides, and how very well-fed the monks looked (much more well-fed than Max, or any of his fellow hotel employees —  if self lived in Dharamsala, she would definitely have to consider joining a temple a smart career move.  If one wanted to eat well, that is).

An old English cemetery in Dharamsala

As soon as they arrived back at the Snow Crest Inn, Max called a “mechanic,” and a short while ago, he knocked on her door.  “Madame,” (reserved for old ladies, ha ha ha haaa!) quoth Max, “the internet is working now.  You try.”

She tried and — gadzooks! —  it is super-fast!  Heaven!

Max also, by the way, helped self to get a cell phone.  In Bir, a store tried to sell self a “cheap” phone for 2,800 rupees.  In Dharamsala, the “best” phone in the store was 1,300 rupees.  Perhaps the store owner was a bit taken aback by the alacrity with which self fetched the rupees out of her wallet.

So here is a picture of the wonderful Max:

Max, outside the old Anglican Church (St. John’s, built 1852) in Dharamsala

For some reason, it seems really important to him that self is “happy.”  This morning, the first thing he asked self, after knocking on her door was:  “Madame, everything all right?  You are happy?”  And today again, after we had circled the market, and self had bought something called a “vajra” (Symbol of power, the young man selling it to self assured her.  “You hold a vajra in your hand, you become powerful,  like a god!”), Max asked, “Are you happy?”

Of course self is happy!  She is in Dharamsala, she just bought a cell phone that cost half what she would have paid in Bir, and she has for a companion an honest young man who keeps asking her, “Are you happy?”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Today, the 2nd Friday of December 2011: Snow Globe, New Camera, and Watching “The Rabbit Hole”

• Bought a snow globe!  Only $11 from The Artisan Shop (all proceeds benefit the Lucille Packard Children’s Memorial Hospital at Stanford) in Allied Arts Guild on Arbor Road in Menlo Park!
• In addition, self ended up buying herself a new camera from Costco! A Nikon Coolpix S8200 Digital Camera, (the bright red model)!  As luck would have it, she also found her old camera — In fact, self had the sneaking suspicion that if she bought a new camera, she would end up finding the old one soon after:  Murphy’s Law!  And self’s intuition was proved 100% correct!  Wonder if Costco will take a return if self’s already wrangled open the packaging???
• Got a new Macy’s Gift Catalogue in the mail!
• Wrote three more Christmas cards!
• Finally finished watching her current Netflix movie, “The Rabbit Hole!”  And discovered that Eckhart and Kidman are very good together, and Kidman most certainly deserved the Oscar nomination she got last year for her performance!

About halfway in, self discovered that the plot was almost exactly the same as the plot of self’s story, “Dust!”  (On-line in The Writing Disorder, Winter 2010 issue)

Yes, the exact same plot.  Imagine that?  How could self and whoever wrote “The Rabbit Hole” have been thinking along the very same lines?

By the way, Tammy Blanchard, the actress who plays the younger sister of Nicole Kidman is very, very good.  Self had never heard of her before and had to google her.  Her performance is never less than deeply convincing.

SPOILER ALERT!

Self’s favorite part of the movie is the conversation between the kid who accidentally killed Kidman’s son, and Kidman: “I might have been going too fast. It was a 30-mile-an-hour zone, I might have been going 31, 32.  I wanted you to know.” The kid delivers his lines with just the right amount of awkwardness and penitence.

On another front, self made the discovery that Another Chicago Magazine, from whom she was anxiously waiting to hear (She had mailed a story, August 1 of this year), has been defunct since 2010 — And all this time, self was sure her story was percolating to the final round!

And now self will devote the rest of her evening to reading stories from her UCLA Extension students (This was another excellent class, full of brave, risk-taking students.  She thoroughly enjoyed the last couple of weeks)

Coming up Sunday:  meeting with Niece G in the City.  Yay!  Self always enjoys adventuring with Niece G!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The Fun-Nest Sunday Ever!

Dear Niece G was very kind to spend Sunday with her dotty aunt.  We met at the Menlo Park Farmers Market, strolled along Santa Cruz Avenue.  Self showed niece her favorite stationers store — Village Stationers, of course!  We also browsed through Penzey’s Spices and looked at aprons in Harvest.

The original plan was to see “Take Shelter,” showing at the Menlo Guild, but we ended up driving back to Redwood City and eating at Crouching Tiger, teensy restaurant on Broadway featuring spicy Sichuan food.  We each ordered a lunch special (which included soup and rice).  Mongolian Beef, Scallion Lamb and two appetizers came out to a grand total of about $25.  What a deal!

Then we went to the Century 20, and self said she was willing and able to watch any movie (except “Moneyball” or “Drive”).  She suggested “Footloose,” but niece hadn’t even seen the original, and really, how can anything compare to the young Kevin Bacon?  So then, self suggested the re-make of “The Thing,” but niece was not too into horror.  So we ended up watching “Real Steel.”  And it was hugely enjoyable (at least self thought it was).  It was like “Rocky,” only with robots.  And it was set in the near future (sometime after 2014).  And Evangeline Lilly is, like, really really ripped (and adorable).  And Hugh Jackman looks really good, and —  self!  Can’t you ever deliver a serious review?

Well, once niece leaned over and commented:  “Wow, this movie is really doing the product placement!”  And after that, self began to notice all the banners for Bing and ESPN and Sprint.  But until niece made the comment, self was completely oblivious.

Twice, niece bent over and whispered, “This is so corny!”

“Yeah,” self said, “but it’s really well done!  And Hugh Jackman looks really good!”

After the movie, we walked to Pampelmousse.  And niece was at first going to go for the cheesecake, but decided on a chocolate giandia something or other, and self had the tiramisu.  And in just one of several lucky breaks today, we made it just before the place closed for the day!

And then self drove niece home.  But first we walked around Valencia Street in the Mission.  Boy, has this street undergone an upgrade or what!  There are so many cute, trendy restaurants (whereas before, self remembers a faintly “grunge,” seedy air), and there are still bookstores like Dog-Eared Books and Borderlands Books, where the man behind the counter was named Jeremy and —  Jeremy!  Liza Erpelo’s Jeremy ???  Why, yes!  Self only recognized him after he asked her if she knew a writer named Zack Linmark.  “How,” self nearly shouted at him, “is Aubrey?” Oh my goodness, ooh la la, that was really serendipity.  And we ended up talking about —  of all things — that most surprising of Filipino speculative fiction personalities, Charles Tan!  And self mentioned that she happened to see Charles at the recent Manila International Book Festival!

Jeremy and Niece G, Borderlands Books, Valencia St., San Francisco

Self bought two copies of Paolo Bacigalupi’s young adult novel Ship Breaker, one for herself and one for niece (From the back cover:  “A gritty, high-stakes adventure set in a futuristic world where oil is scarce, but loyalty is scarcer.”  Sold!)  Then, self very regretfully had to drive home, even though niece invited her to sleep over (Sleep over with niece, whose apartment is right across the street from Philz Coffee and a place that sells the best lengua tacos, not to mention the pot shop that advertises the freshest Purple Kush — !  Though niece primly tells self, “for medicinal purposes only.” Good one, niece G!).  But self ruefully had to decline, for just in the nick of time she remembered that Bella, the ol’crit, was waiting for her at home.

At home, dear ol’ beagle Bella was waiting, famished.  It’s a good thing self had the foresight to make a large pot of chicken apritada yesterday!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Good Idea: Pacific Rim Review of Books

Frances Cabahug, writing wunderkind, is a contributor. (Check out her blog, dear blog readers!  As well as her reviews in Pacific Rim Review of Books.  Self still thinks Frances’ review of Mayor of the Roses is the best, the one that she feels did the most in the last couple of years to validate her writing career)

Issue 15, available now, features an essay by Gregory Dunne on Wendell Berry and reviews of recent books by:  Susan Musgrave, Katherine Govier, Keith Richards and Pat Martin Bates.  In addition:

• Jordan Zinovich examines the Radical Poet’s Republic of Richard Brautigan’s San Francisco.
• Linda Rogers talks to Glen Sorestad.

Single issues are available at $6 each.

One-year subscription rates are:  $15 in Canada, $25 in the U.S., and $30 everywhere else in the world!  The PRRB is published three times a year.

Here’s a link to the PRRB’s Paypal account.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.