Hoopty Rides

Hoopty Rides is one of my favorite blogs -- since my own writing might be a little spotty lately, I want to send all you to Mr. Jalopy. Not only is he a fantastic garage sale maven, his blog has great pix and great stories -- read the one about his friend Junior and his deep desire for a Playstation.

I often get car advice from this obsessional old car restorer, much to the surprise of my spouse who finds me indifferent to most automobile obsessions. Yes, I bought the beige Camry -- it looked gold five years ago, and no, I can't really say I am a car fetishist at all, -- it's the writing on hoopty rides that doees it for me every time.

I live vicariously through its fantastic sense of useless, strange and repairable objects. I grew up in a family of people who bought junk, but didn't love it.

As Bush goes up to make his State of the Union address, I'll be trying to avoid major media outlets. There is only so much lying and hand-wringing about lying a person can take. I'll be looking for stealth poetry in the world and in the writing of Walter Benjamin and this week, Christopher Prendergast, who was a prof of mine once upon a time and whom we are reading in my grad seminar.

bye for now!