Tonight I will likely be drinking at May Fest. Additionally, Chris and I will surely be hitting the game booths there and trying to win some traditional German cardboard -framed-mirrors- with-the- Playboy-logo- on-them. We need to decorate this new apartment, you know.
Tomorrow, I’ll be at the Printer’s Row Book Fair, where I’m doing a joint event with Jen Lancaster at 4:00 pm at the Heartland Stage. (Which is where you’ll be if you’re going to see Augusten Burroughs at 2:30, so kindly stick around.) I believe Jen and I will be in “conversation,” answering questions about how we made our weblogs into books, and also discussing this book we’re totally going to write together, I’m Not Bitter Is the New Black Me.
And if you’re going to be at the fair but can’t catch me on Saturday, or don’t want to wait in the autograph line, you can stop by The Book Cellar booth on Polk Street, because I signed a bunch of copies of both my books, and Suzy and Carolyn will be selling them there.
On Sunday, you can read my latest True-Life Tale in the NY Times Magazine. (I mean, you can read it online now, but it’s in the Sunday paper.) You do not even know how excited I am that a picture of freaky glam-era Brian Eno is in the Sunday Times magazine. I know, it’s not like people tend to know him on sight and for just a fleeting moment it’s hard not think that’s a drawing of Eliza Dushku. But still!
(If you’re wondering what that Eno song sounds like, you can listen to brief samples here and here and here. You will find that it sounds quite lovely when played on your office computer in twenty-second intervals. It sounds different when played in a dive bar in sixty-one-minute intervals.)
In the meantime, I’ll continue to pack and go through the crap in my apartment. I am never buying anything ever again.
I like that the URL for the Times story ends with “04funny_humor.html”. As opposed to, you know, the boring kind.
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Hey, we will be at May Fest tonight as well. Let’s drink from large plastic steins together!
Loved the Times piece (and your last one too). Have fun at May Fest and good luck with the move. We are moving my in-laws this weekend. They have some stuff–80 years’ worth.
Congratulations for making it into the NY Times.
This is an other proof of quality, I think.
This is why you should always be sure every apartment has a fireplace, so you can just burn all your crap before moving. I’m up to about 23 moves in my life and that’s it – never again. I’ll be an old woman walking around this town in my pee-stained nightie, talking to myself and smoking Pall Malls. Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad.
How does one submit something to “True Life Tales?” I’m curious. I checked the Web site, but couldn’t find anything. Maybe the NYT doesn’t accept submissions for this?
fabulous article. diet coke shooting out your nose funny, as always. our paper just ran a story about these internet-based jukeboxes. how i would have killed for our columnist to write something like this.
Having survived “the worst move ever” and since I always have the luck of moving on a day that it pours or the day that is the hottest day of the year, I’m done. Unfortunately I live with a packrat.
I’m just curious – why is May Fest in June? We have one here, too, on the first full weekend in May.