Finally, A Post Unrelated to Senegal

I mean,  it’s only been a month, right?

Anyway, I checked my Twitter feed this morning.

I follow Neil Gaiman. He writes things, like graphic novels and other novels. I also follow a few friends, like my high school buddy named Francis. He writes, too. Much better than he bowls. He also follows Neil Gaiman.

Both are pretty bright fellows. Francis has 91 followers, and Neil has 1,599,455 followers. No big.

So, imagine my surprise when I see this:

But I guess I wasn’t really surprised. It was an inevitable eventuality. And, it’s not small talk, as you can see. It’s substantial stuff that has to do with writing and its effect on people’s real lives.

So, I have cool friends. Of course I do.

I Absolutely Had to Post This

Consider your Christmas shopping when watching the (fake) commercial below. (Thanks, Brian, via Alyssa Milano via Brainpicker.)

Or maybe just order one of these for yourself or a literate loved one:

Jane Austen
Edgar Allan Poe
Charles Dickens
Oscar Wilde
William Shakespeare

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August Awakening

This morning at 6:23 I received the following text from my good friend, Anagram. She was on her way out of the city in a purely relocationary way. To San Diego. Just about as far away as one can get in the contiguous United States:

laguardia has been evacuated. i was literally the next in line for ticketing. apparently nyc was not ready to say goodbye.

A photo was attached to this message. The morning sun shone on crowds of people corralled in one of the airport drives.

I texted back: So wild. What’s going on?

Then, this text conversation followed:

Anagram: no idea. we are all outside but dont know anything. no flights are leaving or arriving since its on lockdown. so much for connecting flight. (6:27am)

Me: Watching the news. Hopefully they’ll tell you something soon. (6:29am)

Anagram: is anything on the news? its been mentioned theres a conspicuous lack of news choppers. (6:30am)

Me: Not so far. The anchors are smiling way too much. (6:31am)

Me: The news is clueless. Nothing about the evacuation yet. (6:42am)

Anagram: google news? [this question is very characteristic of her major search engine fandom.] (6:43am)

Me: Wow. Nada. (6:45am)

Me: Man with explosive. Bomb squad. (6:51am)

Anagram: oh wow. (6:55am)

Me: Well. Reports of a suspicious package from nbc. (7:00am)

Anagram: aww. man w explosive is a better story. (7:01am)

Me: Abc says man w explosive has been arrested. (7:03am)

Anagram: for reals? (7:04am)

Me: Yeah. Bomb threat. Arrest made. Allegedly. (7:05am)

Anagram: i just told that to a passenger and she said that the arrest was made b4 they evacuated. (7:07am)

Me: Civilians are much better reporters than the media. (7:07am)

Anagram: you said it. if only more were on twitter. (7:10am)

It took almost half an hour for something to show up on the news networks. And each station reported varying vaguenesses. When information finally did come, it was stuff I already knew, or I’d already heard about it in better detail. It wasn’t news at all. It was … olds.

Amy, I hope you’re doing okay.

Too Much Awesomeness

I listened to the Indigo Girls  perform tonight. My friend, Wendy, and I sat just outside of Central Park Summerstage and we heard them perfectly. I have a more involved post planned for later.

Just be sure to tune in this next week. I don’t know when I’ll have internet access, but I will be tweeting from the road. I’ll take lots of pictures, too.

Wish me luck. Pray HARD for me. I miss you already, and I love you to pieces. Y’all are getting giant hugs when I get back.