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DANG

Published on April 4, 2011 in Adam Robinson, baking, Gene Morgan, Grace Krilanovich, Interviews, Jenny Schlief and Timothy Willis Sanders. 3 Comments

I’m beyond honored to be on the Indie Booksellers’ Choice Award longlist with Grace Krilanovich, Robert Lopez, Eugene Marten, Geroges Perec and more. I’m so proud and happy to play my small part in the vibrant, passionate independent bookseller world, which is so full of people who care deeply about writers and readers and books.

Also, please find Vol 1. of the What is Experimental Literature? project with Chris Higgs, which is becoming the first of a series I can’t wait to read.

I had an excellent past week, well worth this chest cold deal I’ve got going on today. The NYC trip was constant movement, both alone and alongside dear friends. I met my goal of coffee and pie with Sasha and Skyler, wine with Emily and Claudia and a few good, windy walks with Ryan. I signed a contract and went to two parties and met new friends Alex and Jayson and Ben and felt tempted for the first time to move to a city that has otherwise freaked me out for over ten years.

Then, I flew home, sat at my desk for half an hour and made the drive to Houston, where I met up with Adam and Tim and Gene and Jenny, and read at the good-time Houston Indie Book Festival. It was nice and warm and there was a hammock and I felt at peace and declared that I will never move away from the South.

(I’m feeling a little conflicted.)

Now I’m home-again home-again, eating tapioca and finally baking that loaf of bread I’ve been threatening to bake for weeks, getting back to the draft, making a grocery list, experiencing chest congestion, figuring stuff out, continuing correspondence, looking for a good yoga class &c.

STILL WANT PANCAKES

Published on March 20, 2011 in baking and wherein I go on about politics. 3 Comments

Just finished Guy Lawson’s rad Rolling Stones piece, “The Stoner Arms Dealers,” wherein massive government oversight is revealed along with the dark weapons-laundering reality of arms dealing.

I’m gonna maybe try again to make bread this week, though I am not very good at making bread. Bijou Land inspired me with a good description of Idiot Bread. “Idiot Bread’s chief virtue is its forgiving nature,” she says. I say, do not forget beer can chicken, beer brats and beer pancakes, which are apparently ”great for when you run out of milk but still want pancakes” which, for me, is like all the time.

My sister’s birthday was yesterday. She is a real cool lady living the life in Portland. She plays ultimate frisbee and bikes all over everywhere and makes a fine noodle and is saving her money to go on world adventures. I basically think she’s tops. Happy birthday, small child.

Let the sunshine in

Published on November 27, 2010 in baking, Burlesque, Mary Hamilton and ugh up with people. Closed

Dear friend Michael is in town. And so, a baking spree: cranberry bread, strawberry-rhubarb pie, pecan pie, sage-apple-pecan stuffing for yesterday. Butternut squash in the oven currently. We went to Bikram yoga and I sweated out a second Amelia onto my mat. I want more Bikram but it’s expensive. My thoughts are simple and food-related. A few weeks ago, dear friend Mary was in town. I made a lasagna. We wore wigs and went downtown. I miss her. Up with people.

[Pause to watch six minutes of Up With People's 1982 Super Bowl Halftime Show, while shaking asleep foot and wondering if maybe my mother watched this while 2 months pregnant with me and that's why I feel strange watching it, like I'm watching some central part of my nervous system perform a ten-minute medley to the 1960s and Motown. Probably Mom said "Ugh, Up With People is on," and changed the channel to watch something else, anything else, a car commercial, a cowboy smoking a cigarette, the static fuzz]

I’m making the time watch a lot more Burlesque. Do you think it would be an effective piece of art to watch Burlesque continuously for one week, slowly removing your clothing, then your hair, and then small slices of skin? The theater would be empty, so you could practice dance routines in private. You’d be filming it. By the end of the week, colors and lights from the movie screen would glisten on your sweat-soaked bleeding nude body. This is an idea I had while watching Burlesque.

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