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!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Midday Thingy

Not much time today---spent most of my lunch hour eating and returning a lousy book than I did blogging---but in the last few minutes available to me I have to share this post from Matthew Yglesias, who's guest-blogging today on Talking Points Memo. As Laura Rozen points out at Washington Monthly, the White House and its GOP followers have started raising the alarmism about Iran, even though the graphics don't always support the stated threat.

So download the House Intelligence report from the Talking Points link, turn to page 15, and be amazed: as Yglesias notes, there's a series of rings shooting out of Kuwait (yes, it should be Iran, but I think Kuwait makes it easier to see)---four rings, for four missiles. The fourth ring looks absolutely terrifying in range and scope ... unless you notice that it's the theoretical range for a missile that doesn't technically exist. Wouldn't that be the kind of information you'd put in a dotted line or a different font or something?

On a happier note, I'm planning two Incidental Poems for later: one about Pluto no longer being a planet, and one about the fact that cows moo with local accents. More later.


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