The Truest Thing

Last night while I was waiting for my takeout dosa in the East Village and Jen (here's a a funny picture of her with Frank McCourt) was walking her dog, I told her that I am not going to cut my hair for an entire year, to which she replied, "Now you'll have a pixie cut the next time I see you. That's just how you are."

Mmm, possibly. Also, this cold snap in New York this week is not so bad because it gave me a reason to break out the Jordache fake fur vest I got in Omaha. It's so Barbarella.

Tonight I was in St. Mark's Bookshop and I was so happy to see every book I've publicized so far this year -- Have You Found Her by Janice Erlbaum, The Drop Edge of Yonder by Rudolph Wurlitzer, and Free Food for Millionaires by Min Jin Lee -- featured so prominently on the new and recommended shelves up front that I almost cried! Instead, I showed my appreciation by ponying up for a hardcover for pleasure since I have some work-related travel coming up and will be spending some time on planes. I bought Wolf Totem, and it looks fantastic.

If you are kicking around New York this week, join us Thursday for a little intellectual provocation. And some wine.