How nice of you to say! This day, otherwise: woke up, per usual, freezing cold and covered in sweat (should get that checked out.) Had a dream about smoking pot with Ethan Hawke. Then I ate a huge cookie shaped like a pumpkin.
Other people who also got book deals who we are crazy-proud of: FOYM Sheila McClear, with FOYM Soft Skull Press. Mazel, She.
I’m on deadline. Meant to take an Advil and came THISCLOSE to taking an Ambien instead. Would’ve been a travesty. (Or a gift?)
Ever the “sober companion,” I held the evidence for Matt’s new article on heroin so that it would not fall into the wrong hands. Then, after-school special style, I flushed it down the toilet.
It’s relaxing. no wonder it’s so popular amongst teen girls, prisoners, and rehab patients.
I haven’t seen this side of 8 a.m. in I’m-embarrassed-to-say-how-long. .
and my insides, at this point, consist almost entirely of candy corn.
“But the weird allure of the show — and it has some — isn’t the flimsy narrative, but a cold, brilliant visual depiction of post-gentrification New York City. It’s the first series to expose the innards of the glass-and-steel New Downtown — the ultra-modern luxury condos, hotels, and upscale boîtes that sprung up during the boom.”
