(1) A short & sweet review of 13 rue Thérèse is up at the San Francisco Chronicle. “captivating” “sizzling sexual tension” Aw yeah.
(3) Hey, guess what you can get at Costco along with a bin of kitty litter, five pounds of ground beef, and 36 rolls of toilet paper? Meeeeeeeeee:
I’m also going to be at BJ’s, which is like East Coast Costco. They did a Q&A with me for their featured book of the month thingy which will probably pop up on the web sometime soon. Also, my publisher just had to do another print run because of a big order from Target. Capitalism: it thrills me and scares me all at once.
On the drive home from Costco, Pink Floyd’s “Money” came on the radio. I laughed and turned it up.
(4) This morning I was sitting at an outdoor table with my tea (seriously it’s like 70 degrees during the day–aaaaah February in California), when I watched this guy come around the café with a smoldering cigarette in one hand and a large, germinating potato in the other. He walked up to a trash can and a potted plant that were next to each other, snuffed out the cigarette and put it in the trash, then lovingly laid the potato into the potted plant. Then left without a look back. I think what I enjoyed most was how totally natural he was about it. My own little scene of Dadaist theater.