now sipping on my ginger root tea in my semi-sivasyna state, I have ten full seconds to actually concentrate on what I am posting on this blog (i apologize for the week-long stream of consciousness). It's snowing yet again in the city looks lovely... covers all of the disturbing gray angles, great equalizer till the mud takes over. Rick- in answer to your question the 'word fest thing' is a mic, stage, coffee and a whole bunch of linguistically inclined souls, I'm really not sure what the cat will bring in. I am not sure if i am going to participate, but i do know some people, fellow Brooklyn/city unknowns in the literary light, will be there, maybe i'll post some of their work....yum- i got the submission applications- very sweet of you, i haven't had time to sit down and think it out just yet, i will try to enter though... now to avoid rambling i shall end as i am feeling gravitational pull toward new book and i really must go attend to matters. so friends, family, class-mates, cyber nomads, whoever has chanced upon this page tonight- peace to you all...especially health to you all...stay warm...stay close....namastaei and ah gutteh nacht :)