I am in New York.
I have traveled forward in time from California.
Flying here I was reminded of two things:
First, it is inescapable that flying on an airplane consistently reinforces my deep, deep hatred for human beings.
Second, why do people at the baggage claim carousel always fall under the hysterical delusion that somehow their luggage may have developed stripes, changed color, shape, or size while in transit?
Why do people not know what their fucking luggage looked like when they put it on the plane?
Whimsy.
Zaniness.
Ebulience.
These shall be my Tantric mantras while I stagger through the days.
I am channeling my inner motivational speaker.
Because I can.
Today, I am going to spend some time over at Simon and Schuster, which, I am told, is in "The Rock." I know a lot of author friends who are published by Simon and Schuster, but, so far, I have only met and spent time with my editor, David Gale. He is one of those top-notch, editors' editors. I realized the other day that I actually met David at an ALA conference back in 2008. It is very weird how paths cross and cross in this kingdom of the perky, over which I rule. I also met publisher Justin Chanda, but only in passing... kind of like the way you'd brush a hand across the garment of a Pope.
After my visit at Simon and Schuster I am going to go for a run.
I run no matter what, every day.
It is what gives me my sunny disposition.
When I was in Florida, one of the kids who waited in line to ask me a question on "The Mike," asked me how I stay so young.
I do not know how I stay so young.
I suppose the alternatives are unpleasant.
This afternoon, I am going down to the Flatiron Building, which is where Macmillan Publishing Group is located. I really enjoy the people I work with there. I will be going out to dinner tonight with my publisher, Jean Feiwel, and editor (chimey chimey chime) Liz Szabla.
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Is there a bird in that picture, or am I seeing things that are/aren't there?
I'll probably, some time during the day get a tea at Argo on the ground floor of the Flat Iron. I work close on 6th and 23rd. The Flat Iron is my favorite building in NYC outside of the Empire State building. "See you tomorrow.
I think I see a bird too Matthew. :)
Dear King O' Perky,
Please release Andrew from the snug preciousness of the Thomas Kinkade cottage in which you have imprisoned him.
Your zany, whimsical, ebullient world is not an environment in which Andrew will thrive and be glad.
We need Andrew to thrive and be glad in the way he has thriven and been glad as only he can.
We want him back.
Name your ransom.
We will pay it.
Even if it is an Interpretive Dance to Achy-Breaky Heart.
Even if it involves Big Hair and glitter and flammable clothing.
Yours truly, with air hugs and stars and stuff,
Kristen :) :) :) :) :) :)
P.S. Have a nice day!!!!!
People drive me nuts at baggage claim too!
Luggage Claim is one of the scariest places imaginable for me. I am sure you'll read about that some day.
Andrew,
In case you're finding too much zany ebullience or prancing klezmer musicians, head to Eighth Ave and take a right for a block and a half. The Distinguished Wakamba Lounge awaits.
--"True relic of a Tiki bar in Hell's Kitchen"
--"Best Undercover-Cop Bar 2003"
--"It's a whorehouse for trannies and runaway teens."
http://maps.google.com/maps/place?oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=543+eighth+avenue+wakamba+map&fb=1&gl=us&hq=543+eighth+avenue+wakamba&hnear=0x89c24fa5d33f083b:0xc80b8f06e177fe62,New+York,+NY&cid=14980400311330324852
I love this part of the city. Such an amazing place.
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