I’m recapping Smash for the LA Times now, because I cannot resist a jazz hand to save my life. I can’t decide if I love it or hate it. I’m drawn to spangles, but repelled by bad screenwriting. Whatever to do?
“All those writers who write about their childhood! Gentle God, if I wrote about mine you wouldn’t sit in the same room with me.” — Dorothy Parker, as quoted in The Paris Review (via millionsmillions)
This hilarious side by side is an actual promo picture for my next On Biography talk at the 92Y. Here is the link. Buy tickets!
Tonight! Come if you can.
I want a new (old) typewriter from Kasbah Mod so much I have taken to looking at them after 3am and between the hours of noon and 2. As any online shopper knows, this isn’t going to end well.
If any of you have ever read the Dear Sugar column at The Rumpus, then you know that it is no typical advice line. Last night, Sugar revealed herself as the wonderful Cheryl Strayed, a novelist and author of the lovely/heartbreaking/remarkable memoir, Wild,coming out 3/26 from Knopf. I am so happy to say that the cat is out of the bag, and that I am lucky enough to get to host a big fete for Sugar herself when she rolls through NYC in March. Please come. Will be a blast. Music, special guests, a Dear Sugar box, a raffle, afterparty…it’ll be a Sweetpea fest for the ages.
Tickets here. Just 10 bucks. Will sell out!
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“He is single, with a down-there tingle, and he is ready to mingle.”
My highest-of-brow Downton recaps continue.
The We’ve Got Mail team got together to view of rough cut of the “interactive experience” this evening and, if this GIF is any indication, it’s going to be wonderful.
See you all in a week!
CAN’T WAIT.