For the past week I have been taking my birth control pills one day ahead of schedule. What can I say? I live for the future. I took my Monday pill on Sunday and I took Tuesday's pill today. I'm...
This whole time I've neglected to mention that those surprise earrings I got for Christmas were made by Nat at Evil Eye Emporium. Thanks, Nat! (Thanks also to Cinnamon and Brenda for their help!)...
For details about and stuff I'll be doing in the next couple of months, including a reading in the west suburbs (Chicago) in March....
January I went boot camp crazy: did way too many lunges, squats. Thanks to this stupid page in Feb. you could calculate our mutual hots! In March I blathered on and on about horoscopes, Kirstie, and chick lit. April was...
Maybe you thought your weekend was hot shit, but you weren't riding the CTA Santa Train when it totally derailed. (Again!) And you probably didn't build a Gingerbread Currency Exchange either. Then again, you might have actually gotten all...
For those of you coming here after reading the article on women bloggers in January's issue of Glamour, welcome. More about me here; older entries (including the one quoted in the magazine) are here and here, and yet more of...
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Did you see how Margaret Atwood went and invented this thing that signs books from a remote location? No, really: Margaret Atwood totally invented a robot arm that signs books. That’s just surreal. Wouldn’t it be great if writers just did that stuff all the time? Like if David Foster Wallace just came up with some crazy precision laser beam that can render legible footnotes in microscopic -15pt type, or Tom Wolfe devised an electromagnetic wand to detect irony in sex scenes? Personally I would improve on the
book-signing invention by solving the women-writers-can’t-get-male-groupies problem at the same time. That’s right—I would build a Book-Touring Femmebot, with Realdoll parts and NPR personality. Among its many features it would adminster a stun-gun-like shock to anyone who says something like, “So your book, it’s really just chick lit, right?” or “Why aren’t you on Oprah?”
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