Starts this weekend.
We need money. We will send you whatever you ask for in return.
Here is the time/venue information:
San Diego:
Saturday, July 31 8pm – 11pm
Vermin on the Mount
with Aaron Burch, Lisa Fugard, Amelia Gray, Jess Jollett, Lindsay Hunter, Enriqu Limón, Adam Novy & Andy Roe
Sushi Performance & Visual Arts
390 Eleventh Ave FREE!
Los Angeles:
Sunday, August 1st 9-11pm
Vermin on the Mount Six-Year Anniversary
with Jillian Lauren, Aaron Burch, Amelia Gray, Lindsay Hunter & Adam Novy
The Mountain Bar
473 Gin Ling Way FREE!
San Francisco:
Tuesday, August 3rd 9pm
The High Emission Book Tour
with Aaron Burch, Amelia Gray, Lindsay Hunter, and Reynard Seifert
Amnesia Bar
853 Valencia St. FREE!
(Then I go back home because I'm reading at the Rec Room, holla)
San Francisco:
Wednesday, August 4th 7:30pm
Random Hookup: Corium + Hobart
with Aaron Burch, Lauren Becker, Amelia Gray, Andrea Kneeland, Greg Gerke, and Adam Novy
The Knockout
3223 Mission at Valencia St FREE!
Sacramento:
Thursday, August 5
Burch & Gray with Flatmancrooked PubQuiz
with Aaron Burch and Amelia Gray
Pangaea Cafe, 7pm FREE!
Tucson:
Wednesday, August 11
Powhaus Productions Presents Lit!
Rialto Theatre, 7pm
with Spork Press
318 E. Congress St. $3
AND. Things are coming together for the Quickies! Midwest tour. I will post info as soon as I have it. So calm down, Mom, and reader who I don't know in the UK.
Here's how happy I am:
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Read this. Do that.
Jason Rice over at Three Guys One Book asked me to write something for their "When We Fell in Love" series. You can find it here. It was really fun to write, but also nervewracking. I didn't want people thinking, "Congratufuckinglations, you read Faulkner." So I decided to get real. I hope you like it.
I am going on a series of mini-tours in the coming weeks. The first (July 31-Aug 3), the High Emission Tour (with Amelia Gray, Aaron Burch, Adam Novy, and more!), takes place on the West Coast, with stops in San Diego and LA for Vermin on the Mount, and then San Francisco (it actually goes to Arizona after that, but I hop off after the first San Fran date).
Holy parentheses.
The next mini-tour is a Midwest tour featuring me, Amelia Gray, Mary Hamilton, Jac Jemc, Blake Butler, Aaron Burch, and others. August 27-August 30. Madison, Minneapolis, Iowa City, Chicago.
Then NYC with Christian Tebordo October 24.
I'll update with specifics as I know more.
Needless to say I am burbling.
We are doing final touches on Daddy's. Brace your balls.
I am going on a series of mini-tours in the coming weeks. The first (July 31-Aug 3), the High Emission Tour (with Amelia Gray, Aaron Burch, Adam Novy, and more!), takes place on the West Coast, with stops in San Diego and LA for Vermin on the Mount, and then San Francisco (it actually goes to Arizona after that, but I hop off after the first San Fran date).
Holy parentheses.
The next mini-tour is a Midwest tour featuring me, Amelia Gray, Mary Hamilton, Jac Jemc, Blake Butler, Aaron Burch, and others. August 27-August 30. Madison, Minneapolis, Iowa City, Chicago.
Then NYC with Christian Tebordo October 24.
I'll update with specifics as I know more.
Needless to say I am burbling.
We are doing final touches on Daddy's. Brace your balls.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
o s t r i c h c r e a m s
Four people have asked me if I'm pregnant this week. This is like that time all those people told me I looked like Maggie Gyllenhaal and I started wondering if I was Maggie Gyllenhaal, because my mind is way into suggestive hypnosis. Or whatever. But maybe those four people are just, in a polite way, trying to suggest that I stop eating M&M's for breakfast snack lunch snack and dinner. Well. Those people can suck it.
In other news, Wigleaf and Brian Evenson think my story, Finding There (published in Cricket Online Review), is one of the Top 50 Very Short Fictions of 2009. This calls for M&M's!
[Aside: Husband is in the other room playing Wii Mario, and muttering things like "That was really, really dumb. I really hate myself. GAH!" I am laughing through my nose at this, hard, an alarming new trend in my laughstyle.]
And in perhaps the most revealing news I've yet disclosed in 2010, I went to see Sex and the City 2 the other day. Which means I paid to see it, in the theater, surrounded by other people who paid to see it. The more I think about this, the worse I feel. The movie was a pile of deathballs moldering on an altar of rotting meat. It is about women in much of the same authentic way the 90's rap hit "Informer" was about thug life. I still think the entire first 20 minutes of it was a fever dream brought on by M&M's, margaritas, and the mild hysteria clouding my irises that began once I clicked "Buy" on the Fandango website. I kept blinking my eyes, rubbing them, trying to get a purchase on what exactly I was seeing. I experience the same symptoms when I stare at the sun, or when I see Taylor Swift's face.
Anyway. That's what's new. Going to Savannah next week for a one-year anniversary trip. That is, if the husband makes it through the anguish-filled seizure he is currently having in the other room.
P.S. Reading a story about John Wayne Gacy at the Encyclopedia Show this Wednesday. TOO EASY COACH!
In other news, Wigleaf and Brian Evenson think my story, Finding There (published in Cricket Online Review), is one of the Top 50 Very Short Fictions of 2009. This calls for M&M's!
[Aside: Husband is in the other room playing Wii Mario, and muttering things like "That was really, really dumb. I really hate myself. GAH!" I am laughing through my nose at this, hard, an alarming new trend in my laughstyle.]
And in perhaps the most revealing news I've yet disclosed in 2010, I went to see Sex and the City 2 the other day. Which means I paid to see it, in the theater, surrounded by other people who paid to see it. The more I think about this, the worse I feel. The movie was a pile of deathballs moldering on an altar of rotting meat. It is about women in much of the same authentic way the 90's rap hit "Informer" was about thug life. I still think the entire first 20 minutes of it was a fever dream brought on by M&M's, margaritas, and the mild hysteria clouding my irises that began once I clicked "Buy" on the Fandango website. I kept blinking my eyes, rubbing them, trying to get a purchase on what exactly I was seeing. I experience the same symptoms when I stare at the sun, or when I see Taylor Swift's face.
Anyway. That's what's new. Going to Savannah next week for a one-year anniversary trip. That is, if the husband makes it through the anguish-filled seizure he is currently having in the other room.
P.S. Reading a story about John Wayne Gacy at the Encyclopedia Show this Wednesday. TOO EASY COACH!
Saturday, January 09, 2010
News
Recently promoted to Senior Instructional Designer at work, which is shocking and flattering and terrifying.
Working on the marketing stuff for Daddy's is really fun, but I find I have a tendency to want to sarcastically insult my own writing so the world doesn't think I take myself too seriously. I am probably not alone in this urge.
Recently read Julie Hecht's The Unprofessionals. It was very much like Mary Robison's Why Did I Ever, in a way, except for the character in The Unprofessionals seemed a lot less sure of herself, or even her own standing as a human being on the planet Earth. Loved it.
I have been submitting far fewer stories of late, and also getting a lot of "This is really great! But we don't want it, thanks." This is keeping me humble extremely effectively, which is a good thing, as my dad once casually informed me "You think you're special and you act accordingly," which I think he meant as a compliment? but which I took as the worst news ever, ever, ever.
Today we are going to eat Lebanese food followed by chips and salsa while we watch the Bengals game. Speaking of, Ochocinco's Twitter feed is extremely enjoyable, if not eye-bleedingly prolific.
Working on the marketing stuff for Daddy's is really fun, but I find I have a tendency to want to sarcastically insult my own writing so the world doesn't think I take myself too seriously. I am probably not alone in this urge.
Recently read Julie Hecht's The Unprofessionals. It was very much like Mary Robison's Why Did I Ever, in a way, except for the character in The Unprofessionals seemed a lot less sure of herself, or even her own standing as a human being on the planet Earth. Loved it.
I have been submitting far fewer stories of late, and also getting a lot of "This is really great! But we don't want it, thanks." This is keeping me humble extremely effectively, which is a good thing, as my dad once casually informed me "You think you're special and you act accordingly," which I think he meant as a compliment? but which I took as the worst news ever, ever, ever.
Today we are going to eat Lebanese food followed by chips and salsa while we watch the Bengals game. Speaking of, Ochocinco's Twitter feed is extremely enjoyable, if not eye-bleedingly prolific.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Update
I've been cautioned by my publisher that this blog should be updated. So here's what I have for you:
Last night I saw a little girl beat her small white dog like it was a rug infested with fire ants. I yelled at her to stop hitting the dog; she got indignant and stalked off. In other news, little girls are overrated.
I want to see this:
Now that I think of it, the little girl hitting her dog looked like the little girl in this trailer. Well.
Oh and the reason I have a publisher is because there is a book on the horizon with my name on it. September 2010. It's called "Daddy's." More news coming soon.
I leave you with Jew in the Room. I feel happy to know the blog author, but unhappy that she moved to California before I could get around to forcing her to be besties.
Last night I saw a little girl beat her small white dog like it was a rug infested with fire ants. I yelled at her to stop hitting the dog; she got indignant and stalked off. In other news, little girls are overrated.
I want to see this:
Now that I think of it, the little girl hitting her dog looked like the little girl in this trailer. Well.
Oh and the reason I have a publisher is because there is a book on the horizon with my name on it. September 2010. It's called "Daddy's." More news coming soon.
I leave you with Jew in the Room. I feel happy to know the blog author, but unhappy that she moved to California before I could get around to forcing her to be besties.
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