Konvention Korner

Where have we been the past few weeks you might be asking? Well, if the title of this post is any indication we've been burning the midnight fossil fuel planning the first ever KreationKon! It's a konvention to be held the second week of July. It will feature panels, booths and other things kreative. At least 48 percent of your favorite kontributors will be in attendance to sign autographs and engage in impromptu kreative acts. If you're anywhere near the Red Lion Hotel Ballroom in West Downtown Boise when this all goes down, don't hesitate to pop in and pay the $24 admittance fee. The first 50 through the door will receive custom Lee Watt beer koozies. Don't miss this once in a year opportunity! It will be anything but konventional. Now that we've whetted your appetite, here's an old Chris Peebles number from his b-sides and rarities compilation to tide you over:

Stale air breaks into hard tack
Deep drafts moisten the
pierced and narrow channels
Goods barge in and dock
points in the lining
Food of the bygone epoch
slips through and out
never to be grasped

Korner Wisdom

No. 19: "Behind every great man is a swath of destruction."

Fiction Korner

He has seen himself for the first time. There on that groomed and immaculate putting green, Jani has taken first steps on a journey leading to a polished, baby-blue world. It's a world that feels smooth to the touch, like the flawless finish of a Chrysler LeBaron. This, he thinks, is what dreams are made of. All perception before this moment has been inarticulate lies. How did I get here, he thinks to himself. Slowly he recalls the quart's worth of Budweiser-branded Chelada he had consumed in the past hour or so. Perhaps this is the ambrosia which has opened the doors in the mind that he had never seen before. A mind that is now truly his, where before it had felt like a strange brain wrongly assigned to him at birth. Perhaps, too, it was the joy emanating from the Michael's Furniture Showplace Invitational into which he has stumbled. All these people, beautiful, are welcoming him, beckoning to him, obliging him to join in their celebration of life and well-made but recession-minded furniture. Does it really matter what brought me here, wonders Jani. I only know that I am here and that I am loved.

Boo Merengue