Have you SEEN the price of STAMPS these days?
And my printer just doubled HIS prices too!
And then the mailman and the printer were all like, "C'mon, all the
cool kids are doing it!"
And I was like, "My mom doesn't want me to charge what I'm worth"
And the mailiman's like "are you 40 or are you 4?"
and the printer's like, "Dag, I thought you were a hepcat"
and I'm like, "I'm supposed to be at accordion lessons"
And then they knocked me down and took my lunch money, leaving me with
no choice but to jack prices hiigher than a grease monkey's lube job!
Ouch! At least I'm telling you upfront.
As of March Something-or-Other (whenever I manage to liberate the new
issue of The East Village Inky from the mostly blank pile of paper in
which it's currently trapped), subscriptions will be $10 and single
issues $3. So get your renewals & gift subscriptions in soon,
In other news, my new book Dirty Sugar Cookies: Culinary Observations,
Questionable Taste has entered the publisher's cocoon. A beautiful
butterfly will come fluttering out on June 9, the very day Greg's new
play, Pig Farm opens for previews at the Laura Pals theater ... which
ought to make for an exciting endgame of it's your turn to watch the
kids/ no it's your turn to watch the kids / they're your kids / no,
they're yours/ so watch them / you watch them.
A taste of these wares will be available for sampling pretty soon on
but in the meantime, you can take a gander
at the cover:
Look, it's those same little jimmies that James Frey dipped his dirty
little paws in. At least I keep those things in a jar. And speaking of
dirty paws, it's not doody, it just looks that way. Jeez.
Finally, in an effort to tide us over til Pig Farm lays a golden egg
(and the extra bucks I'm going to be sucking off of each and every one
of you start rolling in), I'm going to start going around in an old
barrel, in order that i might sell everything I own on ebay. I wish i'd
majored in online auctions b/c this stuff is HARD for me to figure out.
at least it'll get me to the post office more often. (and so help me if
those postal workers are dripping diamonds and swigging Cristal out of
waterford goblets.) Anyhoo, if you have 3 pennies to rub together, your
children can play dress up in things that made my butt look big.
(speaking of which - the children, not my butt - now that Jane's
Exchange, NYC's best 2nd hand source for kid's clothes, is on hiatus,
expect Inky's and Milo's duds to be showing up on ebay soon too. If I
can figure out how to work the damn digital camera and bid on some jr.
Anyhow: here's my practice run:
happy weekend, one and all.
ayun halliday, still monkey-less Chief of Primatology, East Village
Dare To Be Heinie!