Bourbon Cowboy

The adventures of an urbane bar-hopping transplant to New York.

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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, December 24, 2008

Christmas in Tucson, Such As It Is

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I spent the last ten days in Tucson, Arizona with my family, and one of the events we went to with my niece and nephew was the "Snowfall."  At a high-end mall in the north of town, they have a scheduled snowfall every Friday and Saturday night for about twenty minutes.  "You should come," said my sister.  "I think you'll find it hilarious."

It was hilarious indeed.  They had carolers.  The place was littered with kids, some of them actually bundled up against the snowy cold.  (It was about 60 degrees the night I went.)  I thought they were actually going to break out the snowblowers or whatever it is they use up on Mount Lemmon to add snow when there isn't enough.  But--although it's very hard to tell with my shitty camera-phone--that light mist you can see near the lights isn't actually snow at all.  It's soap foam, drifting down in appropriately sized bubbles, shooting out of some sort of cannons.  From a distance, it actually doesn't look too bad in the air.  But it's soap and water.  It doesn't collect on the ground, you can't make it into snowballs or catch it on your tongue, and aside from the visual it's basically useless.  It was a huge hit.

The saddest thing for me was when I saw two children lying supine on a patch of dirt--which was now muddy dirt, of course--flailing their arms in imitation of a snow angel.  It was too dark to capture, alas, but the image is burned in my brain as a symbol of the most depressing kind of wishful thinking.  As a desert rat myself, I never thought I'd miss snow, but I was happy when I returned to New York and found it already on the ground, officially Christmaslike.  

Anyway, enjoy the dark video, and snark away if you like.  

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OpenID lunacow said...

I've experienced the same type of soap suds snowfall at Disneyland when they're in Christmas mode.

Here in Northern California, a little town near us holds a street festival every December, and one of the highlights (apparently, based on the number of kids swarming it) is a tiny manufactured sledding hill. It's a lot closer to real snow, made out of shaved ice or something like that, but as far as sledding hills go, it's pathetic, maybe a 10 or 12-foot run. But it's hilarious to watch all these little kids who have mostly never seen real snow before get excited by taking their turn to slide down. On the whole, it was less depressing than what you witnessed.

12/24/2008 3:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you can find a recording of the Holst arrangement of the picardy 'Let All Mortal Flesh...' I think it's the best by a long shot, if only for the alleluias at the end.

And if you can find a copy, can you let me know where? I've been going nuts trying to find one...

Buni

12/30/2008 7:30 AM  

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