August 22 reading at SOMArts

Feeling out of control? In control? Controlling? Doesn't matter -- come an hear some writers read passages about that theme and see some great art at this unique exhibition in downtown SF (SOMA). I am going to read at 2:30 p.m.

Come to my workshop in Petaluma this Thursday, July 16

Info here.

READING TONIGHT AT BOOKS INC. IN SF!!!!!!

deets here.

Nice day

here's my day so far:
-- bust hump to get ride to school for lulu so i can volunteer for some godforsaken public school thing.
-- bust hump to get to godforsaken public school thing.
-- with 20-month-old.
-- realize that woman in charge of event doesn't really want me there, as regards me as powder keg ready to explode with frustration at SFUSD.
-- get parking ticket at godforsaken public school thing.
-- come home to meet guilt-inducing mom who is watching baby today. mom informs me that since we "kicked them out" friday -- parents have been basically living with us for 5 months (see: factors contributing to disintegration of marriage) -- they are forced to live in fleabag motel in alameda.
-- house reeks of smoke -- pot? tobaccy? -- from french houseguest, who seems to be uninterested in donning pants. also: leaves roll-your-owns and anticoagulent medication all over place.

and it's only 11 a.m.!

This article is the shit. For real.

My friend Katharine Mieszkowski wrote it. Go on, read it:

http://www.salon.com/books/int/2008/10/16/big_necessity/index.html

READING FRIDAY OCTOBER 10 AT THE BUBBLE LOUNGE!

COME TO MY LITQUAKE READING AT THE BUBBLE LOUNGE FRIDAY!

Along with a posse of much-more-famous auteurs, I'll be reading from my latest book at SF's Bubble Lounge. Doors open at 5 p.m. and readings start at 5:30 p.m. I've heard it's going to be packed so get there early (I'll read on the early side, likely). Donations encouraged.

http://sanfrancisco.bubblelounge.com/

I'll give you unexpected

I have a copywriting client -- who shall remain nameless -- for whom nothing I write is ever "unexpected" enough. Naturally, as we reach the milestone of one year of working together (apart), I am inclined to ponder the very concept of unexpectedness. As in:

• Is there really anything left in this world that somebody, somewhere, did not expect?
• Is unexpectedness overrated? Perhaps it is, you know, better to read that cereal tastes sweet and feels crunchy (rather than, say, pan-floral and affectionate).
• Could being supremely predictable possibly be a form of extreme unexpectedness?
• Would they like my copy better if I delivered it in an unexpected way, such as by carrier pigeon or in one of those horse-pucky bouquets?

Pondering...