So, I’m doing two poetry gigs this week:

GIG 1: “The boys will learn”, 6pm, FRIDAY AUGUST 13: Cape Lounge, Cnr Brun­swick & John­ston Sts, Fitzroy
Gab­ri­elle Ever­all (W.A), Ros­anne Ber­sten, Justin Ash­worth, Mark Lev­is­ton, Ken Smeaton. (Mostly my sexy poetry, some polit­ics, lots of stuff) [1]

GIG 2: “La femme journée”, 8pm, SUNDAY AUGUST 15: BAR OPEN, 317 Brun­swick St, Fitzroy
Meg Dunn, Ros­anne Ber­sten, Dorothy Porter, Tomoko (trapeze) will take you on four very dif­fer­ent, very per­sonal jour­neys in one spe­cial event. (All the travel stuff, plus some stuff you haven’t heard before)

Please come!

In other news, I had my first full day of work at the new job today.

It’s kinda weird writ­ing this when I’m very aware my new boss has made it clear he reads it (hi, Richard!). I’m nowhere near as exhausted as I’d expec­ted after an 11-hour day. In fact, I feel quite invig­or­ated. It’s soooo nice to be back edit­ing and I feel like I’m on top of the task so far.

We’ll see how it goes after the next two days, the days I have to leave early to go to teach at the uni and coin­cid­ent­ally, the two days before deadline.

Must go make pretty pic­tures for Sunday’s gig and check lec­ture for Thursday’s lec­ture. Did I men­tion I’m not going to have time for a social life in the next few weeks?

[1] Does this mean I’ve double-booked, frou_frou?