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!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

More Dammitness

Not that this matters, really, since I don't get a signal out here anyway, but in all the moving around from hotel and back, I seem to have lost my cell phone. (Possibly it was stolen. I haven't been Argus-eyed about my belongings.) Also, there's been a huge weird drop in the money in my bank account. Very nervous-making. I'd call to find out what's up, phone.

So it looks like I'll be traveling 22 minutes south to Kingston, where the nearest Chase bank is, and then I'll be driving 90 minutes north from there to Albany, which is where the nearest T-Mobile is, and then I'll be driving 60 minutes south back to Red Hook where I know the grocery store and wi-fi locations. If anyone knows a better way of doing this, just call me at--oh, right.

HOW YOU CAN HELP: If you're reading this, and you actually know me, drop me a quick line at, so I can have your phone number handy to enter once I have my new phone.

Gee, what a pain this day has turned out to be. Good thing the writing, at least, is going swimmingly. Something about the Black Swan over in Tivoli (another 25-minute drive) is really inspiring, to the tune of 3000 words every time I sit down.

LATER: I thought I was crazy when I checked out an audiobook as long as Anna Karenina to listen to in the car. Today I merely seem prescient.


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