It’s the cholesteral.
Seriously, though, the way I feel right now, I’d order three of these.
Daily Archives: October 21, 2006
we are the strange
No idea what this means, if it’s supposed to mean anything. But I’m okay with it. Whatever it means.
advice for conference-goers
It is a truth universally aknowledged that a young woman at a writer’s conference in possession of a diaper bag must be in need of a baby…or not.
Regardless of the urgings of one’s practical instincts, a diaper bag cannot adequately substitute for a tote bag at a literary conference.
Baudelaire would not be okay with the Hello Kitty motif; or, rather, he would be, but only after a fatal dose of laudanum. Would Blake, Wordsworth, Shakespeare or even, god forbid, Martin Amis, be okay with the idea that their expensively-Kinko’d handouts were stored in a compartment with both #1 and #2? I ask you, eh?
sorry I haven’t blogged
There are good reasons.
raincoaster 