I'm here in Portland, Oregon. Visited Powell's yesterday and left the place with my eyes red and swollen. Picked up Ugh Ugh Ocean by Joanna Fuhrman, Jam Alerts by linh dinh, and Sonnets to Madness and other Misfortunes (gave prev. copy to poetic grandma) by Francisco X. Alarcon (trans. Francisco Aragon). I circled Paul Beatty's new novel Slumberland (beenwaiting4ever) several times, new issue of Hanging Loose, along with four other floors of titles, but had to step back with my hands up to think about justifying another trip back in the next couple of days.
Wolf Parade tonight at the Crystal Ballroom. Maybe tix, maybe not.