It’s surreal to find myself on the same side as Rick Santorum, but HIV/AIDS knows no political party affiliations, so I called my two senators after getting the following e-mail:
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Author: Becky
Donations
From Houston’s wonderful bookstore, Murder By the Book’s newsletter, comes the following information:
In an effort to restock its shelves after Hurricane Katrina, the New Orleans Public Library is asking for donations of hardcovers and paperbacks for people of all ages. Library staff will decide which books should go into its collection; the rest will go to destitute families or be sold to raise funds for the library.
Please send books to:
Rica A. Trigs
Public Relations
New Orleans Public Library
219 Loyola Ave.
New Orleans, LA
HUGE Snub from Oscar
It always amuses me when people criticize the Oscars for being self-aggrandizing: an industry patting itself on the back and inflating its accomplishments. Um… Yeah. It’s the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences giving awards for outstanding film achievements. I think most industries have a way of recognizing achievement and accomplishment among their ranks.
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Wherein Tim and I decide to leave The Compound
Today, we made it official with hotel reservations and completed registration forms. Tim and I will be attending the Saints and Sinners Literary Festival in New Orleans in May–hopefully even taking
Confidential to Tim
Celebrity Ferret strikes again
This isn’t the first time I’ve ferreted out celebrity secrets. There was Cher, Anne Rice’s other son, and of course, that thing with k.d. lang. And now:
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The True Value of a Writing Partner
I took a three-hour nap earlier since I didn’t get much sleep last night. I was having this really long and elaborate dream, and Tim was in it, as were several (other) celebrities. But when Bill Cosby showed up on a motorcycle, I turned to Tim and said, “This is when it jumped the shark, isn’t it?” And Tim gave me a grave nod. I can always count on him for an honest editing job.
Of course
My house went to hell during the last two weeks of finishing the manuscript. So I’m cleaning. My kitchen was in a complete shambles, and I just let the dog dirt fall where it would from the rugs when I took them out to clean them (the rugs, not the dogs), so my kitchen/mud porch floors looked like a dirt bike trail. And that is the moment when my mother, who believes that cleanliness is next to Joan Crawfordness, walked in the back door.
She commented on the floors, then asked if someone was coming. (Hello? How did I get the reputation that I only clean when someone’s due to visit—shut up, Tim!) Little does she know that, indeed, her son is due to arrive sometime within the next 24 hours to spend her 80th birthday with her. Heh heh.
Rextraordinary
My favorite quote of the day
From my online Rolling Stone:
“To be called an elder statesman is so unbelievably insulting. Brad Pitt is exactly three years younger than me.” — MICHAEL STIPE of R.E.M.
One Degree of Separation:
Michael Stipe and Bono
Bono and Brad Pitt