When I took Hector out this morning, I passed a twenty-something guy mowing a lawn and could see from the expression on his face that he thought he was in some alternate-reality Diet Coke advert. He had a Timberland t-shirt draped across his shoulder and was pushing around an old Suffolk Punch mower making his six pack work for its money as sweat beaded down from his ruler-straight hairline...
Correction: he may have thought he was in a Diet Coke advert but what I saw was a comedy scene from the movie The Last American Virgin.
Winners: The two eighty year old ladies who own the house in the middle of all that grass. His ass is dust in the wind when it comes time to collect his money.
It's good to see The Gods never seem to lose their sense of humour
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I've started looking for a bookstore (maybe two) to approach with a view to doing some kind of event while I'm out in New York in July. There's a cool looking store in Brooklyn called Greenlight that appears to have a good reputation - or at least according to TimeOut it does and that's good enough for me. Then again, there's also BookCourt in Brooklyn which looks like a neat place to head for.
But if I can figure it out, what I would really like to do is something at McNally Jackson in Soho not least because Lydia Davis has an event on there in a couple of weeks - and for what it's worth, I think she's one of the best writers around right now. Guilt by association? Hardly, but I would think it was neat in the extreme.
I have no idea how to go about fixing something like this up so far away from home but that's never stopped me before so let's simply find out by asking. Looks like a cool place to visit and spend some money regardless - maybe even make some friends:
