Hustler of Culture
Between Litquake this weekend and migrating this site over to TypePad, this are rather busy around here. Check back in on Monday. And if you can come to Litquake this weekend, do. There’s over 80 authors (including me)reading, perhaps the biggest group you’ll get in one room anywhere.
Caterina Fake used the word “mandarin” as an adjective today and not just defined as “a branch of the Chinese language.” I hadn’t heard that before but I thought it was neat.
What a great picture (via Booboolina).
I’m doing a piece for The Believer where I have to learn a whole bunch about Hot Glue Guns in a very short time. Any wisdom greatly appreciated.
On a completely unrelated note, did ya know Berkeley, CA is the mass lactation capitol of the world? It’s true.
A mighty cool writing pen from my folks. I also treated myself to a hardcover book.
Must sleep. Big happenings tomorrow.
Plenty has happened since the end of the Virtual Book Tour. Talking about it feels like life is returning to normal. To wit…
1) My first literary event at the Canvas Cafe, “Lit at the Canvas” went off like gangbusters. The readers blew up the place and the crowd was packed full of friends, too many to name here. Canvas management seemed happy and the producer Melinda kept things running smoothly. A great beginning to what will hopefully be a very rich series of literature and related madness in the Sunset district.
And thank you all so much for coming. Your support makes it worth it.
Derek, who read a couple of great stories, posted some pictures.
2) After taking in a show at The Marsh theatre space last week, I got lucky and met one of the performers, Jen Leo. Jen has a fantastic travel writing blog called Written Road and is the editor of Sand in My Bra, a hilarious collection of women’s travelling tales.
We have some friends in common and have emailed but that was our first time meeting. We ended up having a drink at a nearby bar wiith one of her friends, talking about publishing (the biz) and our respective professional and personal ambitions. We hit it off almost immediately.
Jenn sent me a copy of Sand the next day which I’m going to dive into soon and then see how I can help it along. Jenn’s the kind of person whose enthusiam is contagious. I love people like that.
3) Scott and Megan are moving. Which just breaks my heart. I know Seattle is better for them and their future. I only wish them that. I’ll just miss them a lot.
More to come…
Aw jeez. I leave for three days and Mr. Rogers up and dies.
Both the 5 year old boy and the 29 year old man are sad today. Sad again.
for my father’s 60th birthday. No blogging until Sunday.
Bad Taste Bears, the cutest little perverted figurines you’ve ever seen. My friend Eli got me one of these for Hanukah, a bear with his bleeding heart in his hand and a big innocent smile on his face.