These past two weeks have been a blurry, pretty little mess of everything: Grading final portfolios, writing my final paper on Joan Didion for my Post-Western Representation class, waking up early on Saturday morning to go to the LA Times Festival of Books where I bought the new McSweeney's + Granta, attended a forum on literary journals with the editors of a Public Space, Granta, Black Clock + saw Tom read his short story, "The Lie." I also celebrated my--gasp!--37th birthday + went to Santa Monica with LB where we loitered around and smelled the Ocean air + bought a couple things for our upcoming trip to Beijing.
Here are a few highlights:
Gogo! Doing Yoga with his Daddy
LB's Genius for Gift-Wrapping
B-Day Vegan Cupcakes
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
Proof that Part of America Still Reads Books
The Entrance to Bibliphilia
LB Magnetically Attracted to the Kinokuniya Kiosk
Where Cute Plastic Things Come to Be Reborn
Makes Me Dizzy
Tom Representing at the Bing Theater
Listening to the Enemy: Literary Journal Editors from Granta, A Public Space + Black Clock Tell You Why They Just Want a Good Story Even Though almost All of the Shit They Publish is Agented Fiction
The Endangered Species: Homo Literarius