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!

Friday, February 09, 2007

My Brilliant Plan, Fiendish In Its Simplicity

My friend's loan of a car for the heavy stuff (chair, TV, computer, 1 or 2 bookshelves) becomes available on Tuesday. Until then, all this weekend, I plan to move myself one handtruck at a time, as follows:

1.) load up, say, four boxes.
2.) go down two flights and then over a hundred feet or so to the 181st St. A Station.
3.) take it two stops to 169th and switch to the 1 train.
4.) take it one more stop to 157th exit a hundred feet from my new place, which is (I am happy to report) only a few steps from the elevator.
5.) unload boxes.
6.) repeat four or five or six times both ways.

This seems like such a great idea that I'm already deeply suspicious of it. The handtruck rental is only going to run $7 a day. And since I'm only moving one room's worth of stuff, and everything I own that I'm not moving (the bed, the desk, at least one cabinet) is all the stuff I didn't cram into my tiny little car driving up here, I can't imagine the stuff I own will take up more than twenty boxes. Just to be on the safe side, however, I think I'll start by moving the stuff I really care about, and finish the odyssey with stuff I can literally chuck into the downstairs trash if I get too overcome.

First order of business is to clean up and dump out all the unmovable detritus: the death knell of the old newspaper and the ill-forgotten-phone-number-on-a-scrap-of-paper. That'll take all night, probably. So I'll reassess in the morning. But gosh---think of the money I'm saving!

If there are flaws in this plan I seem blind to, this might be a good time to weigh in.



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