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!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Post Birthday Post

I hope someday to get back to the freewheeling, multiple-posts-a-day, one-topic-per-post style of a few months back, but every so often I develop an actual social life---and last night was particularly busy, what with it being my birthday and all. So while I've got a few minutes still at lunch I want to thank everyone who showed up at Chumley's (Andy, James, Jeff, Leslie, Ryan) and a HUGE big mushy public hug to Rose for putting the thing together. I also apologize to Cassie, who I seem to have missed by a fraction of a second. It would have been cool. (If you're reading this, by the way, and wondering, "Hey! Why wasn't *I* invited?", the answer is that it was arranged with only a week's notice, and I decided to only call the people most likely to come: friends who I've hung out with one on one since my move here, who live in Manhattan proper and are unmarried and/or without children. Or, in the case of James, people who showed up to Andy's "Liar" show and who I remembered I liked and decided to invite in person.) Thanks also to everyone who sent me wishes or gave me a call.

Scratch a comedian/humorist and you find a sentimentalist. Sometimes it expresses itself in the kind of anti-sentimentalist bitterness that Mark Twain and H.L. Mencken eventually succumbed to; the kind of anger at the world that wouldn't exist if you couldn't stop believing it should be better. But mostly---and in performance--it's the schmaltz of every screen comedian dangerously handed the freedom to do anything, a tradtition that started with Charlie Chaplin and has found its most recent Waterloo in Robin Williams---who, between Patch Adams and What Dreams May Come, demonstrated definitively that his blood courses with equal parts cocaine and treacle.

I mention this because I'm a sentimental fool, and I hope I don't hacknify when I say that I was really, really moved by everyone's presence (and occasional presents---Damn, that's fine bourbon, Andy!), and while I'm not certain exactly WHY I find it amazing that people are pleasant to me (Lord knows I had a nice enough upbringing), I can still be brought to tears by a birthday cake and a bunch of friends singing. So thanks, everyone. And if I missed you, I have a twin brother and a sister born on the 2nd, and so we always had a relatively loose definition of "Birthday." So don't be afraid to holler. I'm happy to hang out and share drinks.



Blogger Angieb303 said...

Okay, so i just found out you were a twin a few months back, but now I find out you are really a triplet and that yoyu don't even have the same birthday. Dude, Dave! That's crazy!

10/04/2006 6:17 PM  
Blogger Angieb303 said...

Okay, I re-read the post and realized you didn't say twin sister, just sister. Silly me!

10/05/2006 7:29 AM  

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