One of them is enlightened, one of them is ideological, and one of them is off the guest list. Once you are able to determine who is who between the three you should moderate your blog/contacts accordingly.
Natasha should rewrite the Haggadah and cast the above as the Wise Son, the Simple Son, and the Wicked Son. The Son Who Knows Not To Ask I guess doesn’t have a Tumblr.
In case you missed the show at WORD on Tuesday night, Talisa Chang wrote a great wrap-up! Thanks to all who trudged through the rain and the muck to see me, Shukert & Albo and a special hat-tip to the Friends of Tom who made the trek!
This is tonight, and I hope you come to it, because it will be fun and there will be wine! And laughter! It will basically be like a Greek Orgy, except the vomitorium will be the alley behind the Pencil Factory. I AM KIDDING, nobody drinks enough to puke these days anymore, because kids are soft!
Anyway, here is the pertinent of the info. Please come and give me a hug after I read, and I will sign your book and it will be great!
I Don’t Care About Your Band and other Heartbreak Hilarity
Tue 02/23 7:30pm
Julie Klausner, author of the new memoir, I Don’t Care About Your Band, will host a night of funny stories about love-gone-bad. Also featuring Rachel Shukert, author of Have You No Shame? and Mike Albo, author of The Underminder: The Best Friend Who Casually Destroys Your Life.
“that is what is wrong with cold people. not that they have ice in their souls—we all have a bit of that—but that they insist their every word and deed mirror that ice. they never learn the beauty or value of gesture. the emotional necessity. for them, it is all honesty before kindness, truth before art. love is art, not truth. it’s like painting scenery.”—lorrie moore, self-help. (via paperbackgirl)
Observation: the person who observed this made a point of introducing herself to me and was very nice and polite.
Internet, you are perfectly entitled to do one or the other of these things ( ie, write mean things about me on your blogs or be nice to me in person). But I have to ask you please not to do them both. Please? That is really all I ask.
I wrote this very early on when I was determined to be a snarkblogger of some sort. When I did introduce myself and realized the errant hypocrisy of my ways, since you were so nice and polite back, and I really do just want everyone to get along, I deleted it. (But the internet never forgets!) Consider this my formal apology for my shallow criticism, since what you ended up reading actually was very funny, and I based my observation only on the skit you were reading (which was not funny, still) and not on your material. Mea maxima culpa.
Dude, what is wrong with you? You can’t be retroactively classy to Emily without insulting my UNFUNNY COMEDY SKIT? Good luck not being a “snarkblogger,” random mean internet person I for some reason find it impossible to ignore this morning!
The internet is rightfully atizz about Chris Jones’s fabulous Esquire profile of Roger Ebert, but whither the hullabaloo in regards to Roger’s rock star wife, Chaz? I was ablaze in girlcrushery while I was reading Jones’s piece—between the passages about their silent walks together and her journaling of his surgeries, to the lawyerly lack of debate in Chaz’s voice when she calls their assistant about the Comcast guy.
There are some gorgeously notable quotables in this piece about the Tumblr reading I’m doing Friday, alongside everybody in the world who writes for the internet and is great. As a side note, I love a think piece with buzzwords! This one makes generous employ of the following important phrases: safe space, riffing, stream, feedback, think piece, and buzzwords. Oh, and cats! SO MANY CATS.