The photo shows my home office, which is actually a rather small closet located off of the living room. It’s nice, though. Very cozy and comfortable. The stained-glass lamp and panel were made by two separate friends of our parents; the desk and chair were both scavenged from the curb in our neighborhood in Queens. There’s not a whole heck of a lot of room, but it’s good having a dedicated place to work. All my files are stored on a high shelf in empty boxes that used to contain Mumm and Perrier-Jouet champagne gift sets, which makes me feel very glamorous.
Book news: For the most part, Amazon’s Kindle has had exclusive rights to sell most of my ebooks through their KDP Select program; in an attempt to reach a wider readership, I’ve been gradually pulling them one by one off of KDP Select (they’ll always still be available on Kindle, however) and moving them into other ebook formats, such as Nook and Kobo, etcetera. There are good reasons for sticking just with KDP Select, and there are good reasons for mixing it up; right now, I’m just playing around and seeing what works best for my books. Free stuff: Today through Sunday, you can receive a free ebook of Demon City in whatever ebook format you prefer – .epub, .mobi, .pdf, .txt – or read it right in your browser window, simply by going to Smashwords and entering this coupon code: NM65F
I love Demon City, and I feel strongly that you should, too. It's just a cool little book.
Today I gave away the bulk of our parents’ record collection (not the David McCallum albums, I will quickly point out, and not the Beatles, or Simon & Garfunkel, or anything else we couldn’t bear to part with) to a nice young stranger who responded to my Craigslist post. Feels kinda weird, actually. These were all albums that we grew up listening to, and remembered fondly, but there were so many of them and they were loaded with so many childhood memories that they were starting to seem like an albatross, or a nostalgia time bomb. It’s good to have them out of the apartment, but perhaps unsurprisingly, I’m a little blue about it.
I will be watching the Tonys on Sunday night, because I want to see Lin-Manuel Miranda win ALL THE AWARDS for Hamilton. Like any good New Yorker, I’ve been entering the Hamilton lottery for ten-buck tickets eight times a week for the past several months. Still haven’t won, and it's unlikely I ever will. (Here’s my sad song about it: “Lottery for Hamilton/Trying to win cheap seats to Hamilton/Entered a million times and haven’t won/But just you wait/Just you waaaaaaaaaait.” Sorry. A little Hamilton-themed humor there.) You’ve all seen the cast performance at the Grammys earlier this year, right? You haven't? Click the link. It's so good. Damn, I love that musical.
I’m throwing together some more Duranalysis ideas. It’s all pretty hazy at the moment, but something will take shape soon. In the meantime, I’ve been wasting time being self-amusing in Photoshop:
That blond-and-black fluffy mulletish business will always be my favorite Nick Rhodes hairstyle, bar none. It's so ridiculous, and yet very fetching.
The best appetizer in the world: bacon-wrapped dates stuffed with goat cheese. I’ve been making these a lot whenever my sister and I need to feel like the world is not an entirely horrible place. Make a slit in the top of a date, remove the pit, fill with a healthy scoopful of goat cheese, wrap with half a slice of bacon, secure with a toothpick. I just use the toaster oven for these: 450 degrees for about ten minutes, or until the bacon is cooked and the kitchen smells like glorious awesomeness. Something about the combination is bliss: the sweet chewiness of the dates, the grease and salt and smoke of the bacon, the creamy earthy sourness of goat cheese… It’s so simple and yet so, so amazing. I have no new cocktails to announce, though I just picked up Trader Joe's new cantaloupe juice, which I'll be blending with an inexpensive brut Cava (my faithful old standby Freixenet -- pronounce it like "freshenet" -- is always, always the right choice for this sort of thing) this weekend to see if cantaloupe bellinis are a thing. My expectations are pretty high.
|This will work. I feel certain of it.|
Song of the day for these troubled yet overly-blustery times: Peter Gabriel’s “Big Time”: