The Pink Party
Theo and I are co-hosting a Pink Party along with Allison (who must be credited with the idea of having a party in the first place). To celebrate the illustrious Pride weekend, we insist that you wear some sort of pink, so that you can match the food and mood of the party. We'll be serving hors d'oeuvres and cocktails from 8:00 on, until you pass out or get bored. It'll be on Friday, June 25. Who's invited?
1. You, if I like you/know you.
2. Your friends, if you like/know them.
Call my cell phone or E-mail me (Boyinbrownshirt@aol.com) if you'd like to come and want directions.
A more thorough update will ensue once I don't have an obnoxious test to study for.
A record of the life and times of one brown shirt-wearing university student, struggling to escape his fear of intimacy, overcome his hunger for eternal supremacy in every aspect, and never have to write a description of his life like this again.
Monday, June 21, 2004
Friday, June 04, 2004
King David
Theo, Allison, and I saw David Sedaris read tonight at my favorite bookstore, Unabridged. Well...we didn't actually see him read. We got there too late due in large part to a fight Theo and I had this morning, but we heard him and it was mostly alright. He read one of my least favorite stories from his new collection, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, "Blood Work," and a few entries from his journal. Between two of his entires, he practically flipped out due to people taking his picture. It wasn't very pleasant. He later apologized, and I still was left with an unpleasant feeling in my stomach.
I then waited in line for two hours to have the Mr. Sedaris sign my copy of the aforementioned book. After spending the two long hours of waiting trying to figure out something interesting to say or an insightful question to ask him, I came up with a whole bunch of nothing. Finally, when it was my turn to address him, I asked, "So, is Hugh with you on this tour?" He lowered his voice, and sullenly said, "Um...Hugh and I broke up a few months ago...Yeah..."
Of course, I felt absolutely horrible. I didn't feel horrible about the fact that they broke up, like a NORMAL person would. Rather, I felt bad because I felt like I should have known that, like there was a story in his book that I skipped over or something. Instead of feeling like a bad human, I felt like a failed fanatic.
Then, he laughed, and said, "Oh, I'm just kidding. Hugh just doesn't like these book tours, because there's nothing for him to do. He'll be coming with me on a tour in Germany, though." Fooled by the great man himself. How perfect--and what a great payoff for waiting two hours to see him.
David Sedaris's book, however, is not so great. It's pretty much hit-and-miss. There are a few selections--"The Girl Next Door," "Nuit of the Living Dead," "Forgive Me," and the two stories about his brother--that I absolutely adore and am about to reread, but everything elase lacks direction and purpose. Sometimes, as Allison accurately pointed out, he tacks on these didactic, moralistic endings to otherwise alright stories that ruin the piece. I still think that Me Talk Pretty... is my favorite, but a few selections in his latest will remain in my mind for quite some time.
Theo, Allison, and I saw David Sedaris read tonight at my favorite bookstore, Unabridged. Well...we didn't actually see him read. We got there too late due in large part to a fight Theo and I had this morning, but we heard him and it was mostly alright. He read one of my least favorite stories from his new collection, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, "Blood Work," and a few entries from his journal. Between two of his entires, he practically flipped out due to people taking his picture. It wasn't very pleasant. He later apologized, and I still was left with an unpleasant feeling in my stomach.
I then waited in line for two hours to have the Mr. Sedaris sign my copy of the aforementioned book. After spending the two long hours of waiting trying to figure out something interesting to say or an insightful question to ask him, I came up with a whole bunch of nothing. Finally, when it was my turn to address him, I asked, "So, is Hugh with you on this tour?" He lowered his voice, and sullenly said, "Um...Hugh and I broke up a few months ago...Yeah..."
Of course, I felt absolutely horrible. I didn't feel horrible about the fact that they broke up, like a NORMAL person would. Rather, I felt bad because I felt like I should have known that, like there was a story in his book that I skipped over or something. Instead of feeling like a bad human, I felt like a failed fanatic.
Then, he laughed, and said, "Oh, I'm just kidding. Hugh just doesn't like these book tours, because there's nothing for him to do. He'll be coming with me on a tour in Germany, though." Fooled by the great man himself. How perfect--and what a great payoff for waiting two hours to see him.
David Sedaris's book, however, is not so great. It's pretty much hit-and-miss. There are a few selections--"The Girl Next Door," "Nuit of the Living Dead," "Forgive Me," and the two stories about his brother--that I absolutely adore and am about to reread, but everything elase lacks direction and purpose. Sometimes, as Allison accurately pointed out, he tacks on these didactic, moralistic endings to otherwise alright stories that ruin the piece. I still think that Me Talk Pretty... is my favorite, but a few selections in his latest will remain in my mind for quite some time.