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, June 01, 2008

The Fates Mock Me Further

I'm coming back into the Hinterlands after spending the weekend in New York to see some visiting friends, and that was great. Had wonderful conversations, attended a great party, and I'm ready to go back. So in a few hours I'm going to take the train to Poughkeepsie, then drive the car I've been entrusted with back up to Germantown and resume my Walden-like existence.

Thank goodness I'm ready for it. Because I just got a call and it turns out that, in a new wrinkle on my stay, they need to take the car. I'll be completely carless until late Wednesday. The same thing will happen next week too. So in addition to having no Internet and no cell reception, I'll also be unable to buy any groceries or...well, really anything at all. If it's not in the house, I'd better not need it. (Either that, or prepare to hop a bike and cycle twelve miles in each direction.)

Among other things, this is obviously going to play hell with my blogging, so I'm afraid you can expect a few days of enforced silence unless a miracle happens. When I return, I may have a delightful anecdote about hitchhiking to share. Let's hope not, though.

Look on the bright side. If you're reading this, you're not me.



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