At last! An end to summer's tyranny!
- Finally, I've got enough time away from the kids to write something
other than a couple of inappropriate To Pack lists. (If you're
wondering whether to take your high heeled sandals to Juneau Alaska
next summer, don't.)
The kids get out of school in 20 minutes, so I'll keep this shortish
Thanks to all the healthy eaters and amateur chefs who emailed to ask
if I was deador something. The food blog languished all summer long,
but it's back from the grave with a seasonably inappropriate recipe and
a photo of yours truly sporting a piece of pie sewed over her
coochinanny. Stay tuned for an interview with The Amateur Gourmet, more
recipes, and a scathing, first hand indictment of an internet diet meal
service in the weeks to come!
I'll be peddling my usual snake oil at the Brooklyn Book Festival this
Sunday, September 16, 10am - 6pm. Tons of East Village Inky back
issues, as well as the current ish, a handful of kid's t-shirts, and
all four books. Don't be shy! Mama needs her new friends to fetch her
some ice tea because the St. Bernard doesn't clock in until ski season,
and I really shouldn't be seen drinking whiskey in public before 6pm,
especially from a cask tied to a dog.
I'll also be moderating a North Stage noon-time panel on the challenges
and joys of 21st Century parenting.
Hmm, well one of the many challenges for me as a parent was finding
someone to watch my kids so I could peddle books and the zines in the
hot sun all day without someone whining under the table. Thanks to
Mary, Anna, and Mrs. Lindsay-Abaire! Where's Greg? Still in Juneau
Alaska, the lucky ducky dirty ratty.
Other than the above challenge, what should I talk about? Presumably
I'll have something intelligent to ask of my distinguished guests, Neal
Pollack and Amy Sohn, neither of whom I'll have met before we're
slapped up on a platform together with uncertain microphones and an
open air environment. Help me out here! If you've got a question about
the challenges of 21st century parenting, the rise of the motherhood
memoir, or the many pissed off female writers who cried foul when that
Neal's book, Alternadad, got the attention they'd busted their humps
trying to get for their own babies, lay it on me! If you have
moderating experience, I'd be very eager to learn what works and what
doesn't before I embarrass myself and others in full view of the
literary royalty of the Borough of Kings.
Those of you who can't make it to the Book Festival can console
yourself with the brutal reality that my publisher seems to have
remaindered my last book, Dirty Sugar Cookies: Culinary Observations,
Questionable Taste. Rather than paying full price, snag yourself a
super-discounted copy or five on Amazon. Oh, damn, it just occurred to
me that I could have ordered the copies I'll be selling at the book
festival from Amazon! It would've been cheaper than the author's 50
percent of cover rate. Forgive me while I further think out loud, but I
just tried to scrounge up the link for your convenience and thar she
blew, at the regular price. But a little digging unearthed another page
in their bargain book section. I feel like Sybil! See, this is why I
should read up on the book industry. I don't know how it works.
Probably the first rule is that an author's never supposed to blab
about a humiliating price slash, but what can I say? I live to pass the
savings on to you:
Finally, the entire staff of the East Village Inky would be most
obliged if you'd give a heads up to all your friends, family, and
multitudinous associates in Juneau, Alaska, that the long-awaited
prequel to Urinetown, Greg's YEAST NATION: The Triumph of Life will be
having its world premiere at Perseverance Theater in October. We're
sending our theater critic! You send yours. It's a Grand Jamboree of
There. That oughta hold you for awhile.
The East Village Inky
Dare to be Heinie!
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