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My own little scene of Dadaist theater

Developments:

(1) A short & sweet review of 13 rue Thérèse is up at the San Francisco Chronicle. “captivating”  “sizzling sexual tension”  Aw yeah.

(2) Here is the permalink to my entire story “Vicious Good” at Five Chapters.  Hmmm.  I can’t really put it under “Press/Reviews,” so, let me introduce as of today…  Drumroll…  The “Stories” tab!

(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.

marriage, sampled

Cool web stuff: guest post at Indie Reader Houston.  Also: my story is going up in installments every day this week at Five Chapters.  The photos are kind of messed up right now, the original image files were all FUBARed.  Today I managed to get high-def jpeg captures off the word document and sent them along to the editor, so the image problem should be fixed by tomorrow.  Hey, you know how in scifi movies, they can boot up a computer unearthed after a thousand years with no problem? Begs the question of why you can’t get the data off a CD from 2003!

This week, my husband apparently knocked the socks off one of his co-workers who hadn’t previously known that he is married to a novelist (NB my husband is a scientist).  “How do you live under the same roof?” the coworker said, “what do you talk about?”

An interesting question.  So, let me provide a series of random samplings from my marriage:

Me, bemoaning the loss of my youthful flat tummy: “Man, it used to be concave–what the hell happened?”
Husband: “Well, it’s concave from the inside; you just have to invert the coordinate system.”
“Dude. Repeat after me–‘you are as beautiful as the day I met you.'”
Husband, touches the side of his face with big toe
Me: “HOLY SHIT YOU CAN DO THAT?”
Husband: “I’m as surprised as you are!”
Me, some remark including the phrase “bringing home the bacon”
Husband: “If they’re paying you in bacon, you need to get a better agent.”
Placeholder title on academic paper, “Super pimp-ass clever title: with colon and possible pun”
Husband’s edit: “If you turn it in like that, I will give you five dollars.”
“Elena, did you really eat that muffin with the flecks of white mold on the top?”
“Dude, this is why I have a stronger immune system than you.”
“This movie blows enormous chunks of ass.”
“So you’re saying, at some point, this movie ate a spoiled ass.”
“At least I didn’t fart on you again.”
Quoting pretentious windbag blurb on the back of a book: “”Müller scatters narrative bombshells across a field of dreams.”
Riposte: “Müller lays down a creeping barrage of luminous prose to cover the advance of an infantry of hope.”
“Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are–hey why the hell am I singing that?  Were you humming that earlier?”
“Ayep.”
“SPOUSAL ABUSE!”
Husband, comes home from business trip
Me, fitting myself into his arms: “I don’t like it when you go.”
“I know.  I don’t like it either.”

Twelve years and counting.