Greetings, readers. It’s been awhile since I really posted here, and I suppose this one won’t count, since I’ll still be shilling myself. But read on.
If you’re in what Huey Lewis calls the Liberty Town, pick up a Philadelphia Weekly. They round up sad-sack “Disaster Holiday Stories” and I contributed mine, “I’ll Lead a Lush Life in Some Small Dive.” It leads off in this link here. I’ll be in Philadelphia on Friday reading at a place called Brickbat Books, which I hear is a really cool place; check out the Brickbat blog and details here.
More new writing! I finally got around to writing about my love for “Your Love,” the now-immortal hit by The Outfield. I am continuing my obsession as we speak–have been listening to the band’s entire catalogue in some strange quest to get back to 198x. Check out the essay in Coldfront’s Poets Off Poetry feature here.
Four more of my students’ oral histories taken at the Equinox center are up on The Rumpus. They did a terrific job. Check them out here.
Donna Liquori included How to Be Inappropriate in last Sunday’s Times Union‘s Holiday Gift Guide. I’ll post the link when the TU gets it together, and I’ll post a clipping as soon as I can.
If you want to see me semi-shilling, then check out my guest posts at the Powell’s Books Blog, where I guest blogged last week. I asked students in my blogging class to ask me inappropriate questions, and they sure did. And I answered them.
I’m off to Penn State to read for their Red Weather Reading Series. If you find yourself in the middle of Pennsylvania in need of free literary entertainment, here are the details.
That picture? In a former life, I wrote and edited the newsletter for NYU’s Department of Film and Television, called Film & TV Today. I am going to post scans of some of the profiles I wrote–Todd Solondz, Michael Rabiger and others–but here’s a taste. It’s a picture of Babatunde Adebimpe posing, ‘hamming it up’ with Maurice Kanbar. The latter is the namesake of the NYU’s Kanbar Institute; the formerfronts a popular music outfit known as TV On The Radio. Tunde, whom I remember as a supernice, superfunny guy, used to stop by with flyers for his old band’s gigs. I went to one once, too. Wish I kept the flyer!
