Bourbon Cowboy

The adventures of an urbane bar-hopping transplant to New York.

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Location: New York, New York, United States

I'm a storyteller in the New York area who is a regular on NPR's "This American Life" and at shows around the city. Moved to New York in 2006 and am working on selling a memoir of my years as a greeting card writer, and (as a personal, noncommercial obsession) a nonfiction book called "How to Love God Without Being a Jerk." My agent is Adam Chromy at Artists and Artisans. If you came here after hearing about my book on "This American Life" and Googling my name, the "How to Love God" book itself isn't in print yet, and may not even see print in its current form (I'm focusing on humorous memoir), but here's a sample I've posted in case you're curious anyway: Sample How To Love God Introduction, Pt. 1 of 3. Or just look through the archives for September 18, 2007.) The book you should be expecting is the greeting card book, about which more information is pending. Keep checking back!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

A Brief Note of Serendipity

In the coolest iPod moment I’ve had since I moved here, last night as I entered the 181st Street subway station, ready to start my evening, the iPod suddenly started playing “Here Come Cowboys” by the Psychedelic Furs. (I was wearing my best hat and boots, too.) Then, while I was taking the A train south, damned if I didn’t hear Duke Ellington’s “Take the A Train,” just as I was passing through Harlem. The only thing that would have made it more perfect is if, at some point during the trip, I’d heard “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” But I figure, just give it time. As dependent as I’ve become on my iPod, it’s only a matter of time before I get some other temptingly meaningful-seeming musical coincidence to report. And thanks to my trip this summer, I now know to describe such a moment as “Celestine-Prophecy-esque.” (After all, if it wasn’t meaningful, why did God let it happen? Answer me that, Mister Skeptic!)


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