Up before 5. Therapy by Skype, 9 am. Went out 10:30, found a few things at Claremont Library book sale. Picked up Evan Kindley from train station, had lunch, then visited his Ashbery class at Pomona (as a kind of “visiting poet.”) Ran into Jonathan briefly before class, made plans for tomorrow. 5 students, bright - one English major, one theater, the rest undeclared. Participated in discussion of 3 poems from Houseboat Days: “Wet Casements,” “Pyrography,” “Syringa.” He’d also given them a few poems from Accordion Repertoire, so after the break I talked about my own history w/ and relationship to Ashbery, and fielded a few questions. Enjoyed it, not at all stressful. Went for a beer in the Village (me and Evan, not the students) and chatted a bit more; stopped in Rhino and saw Dennis for a sec., didn’t buy anything (was looking for new Robert Forster and Mekons). Home about 6, dinner, turned around to pick up Amy Maloof in Pomona and meet Scott + Rebecca, and Kristi + Daniel at ETA in Highland Park (apparently named for the Endfield Tennis Academy in Infinite Jest, something I’d just as well not have learned). Heard Jeff Parker (of Tortoise, but relocated to L.A. as a jazz guitarist in the last few years) trio w/ Jay Bellerose (drums) and an insanely jaw-dropping Hammond player, Carey Frank. Some blues, “Secret Love,” “Someday My Prince Will Come,” a Latin “I Wish You Love.” Really great, but too tired to stay for the full 2nd set. Good to see people + talk w/ Amy on the drive. Home at midnight, said hi to Dad’s overnight caregiver, lights out shortly after. No time for reading of note, much less writing.

Car listening over the course of the day — rest of Schramms CD; Ron Miles, I Am a Man; and a CDR of 30 doo-wop covers of “Over the Rainbow.”