Writer/editor. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.
Right now, I am working on a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sheilah Graham, and Hollywood in the 1930s. It will also contain a lot of drinking, powder blue suits, dances at the Cocoanut Grove, betrayal, gossip columns, crazy ladies, secret Jews, film lot moguls, and Dorothy Parker quips at funerals. If the world is still around then, it should be out from Random House around 2014. So let's hope the Mayans were wrong.
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Three hours and thirty-nine minutes to go, and I’ll be sitting in a bar watching the shit out of some Opening Ceremonies. They look totally insane. I wonder if NBC will show all of the Tibetan monks being carried away in protest. Thinking probs not.
Also, an incredible photo gallery of the ceremonies, via Zach, via Nick.
