what's going on with me
What's been happening in Jenland? Is it a damp tidepool of weltshmertz, stymying the blog in its fatalism, or a maelstrom of productivity, thus crowding out blogging duties in its sheer gale-force of volition?
I debated a nuclear physicist for Vice Magazine, the first in a series of debates sponsored by Dewars (yes, I've been drinking a lot of free scotch). According to the audience vote, I prevailed in my position that we do not, in fact, have a rational reason to believe that "intellligently controlled spacecraft are visiting the Earth."
Prior to the debate, the Vice staff took me out on a Brooklyn city street at night to shoot a pre-interview. They brought reference photos of Ice-T, and a big hooded sweatshirt. They shot probably twenty minutes of my punching at the camera (I used to box at Dartmouth) and talking trash, by which I mean "declaring my intention to point out logical fallacies wherever they exist."- I've been hired to write the sixteen-page Dewar's Guide to Debating. I here must give thanks to my high school debate coach Larry Eakin, for molding me into the ferocious paladin of linear thinking I imagine myself to be in my most idealized self-imaging.
This guy has agreed to live in captivity on the internet for six months. I -- or rather, my alter-ego, Jenisfamous-Wonder-Woman -- will be going on a web-televised (fake!) date with him.- The very prolific Rachel Kramer Bussel has informed me that the collection Sex and Candy: Sugar Erotica will be coming out in early 2007. My story in the book should exceed the word count of my contribution to The Idiot's Guide to Jokes by a factor of about 20.
- The Writers Working show was fantastic; I read my story "A Good Prosthesis" to a group of people with excellent attention spans who even wrote up comments. David and Jen are consummate professionals.
Still writing a book. Still divorcing. Still running the funny and the spelling at Pete's Candy Store.- I am, for now, in Brooklyn. There has been no net decrease whatsoever in plantain-based cuisine.





2 Comments:
I'd never ever want to debate you, besides beating me miserably, you'd probably also torture me with that fucking Wonder Woman costume.
'fucking' <--- now there's a strange word.
My own sister is competing in an event sponsored by a well known maker of the greatest alcoholic beverage on Earth.
As a man who has taken his obsession with scotch to an almost disturbing level, I have never been so proud to call her my sister.
Tell Dewars that your brother is a huge fan. A huge fan who fights fire, saves babies, and does CPR on people's grandmothers.
Tell them your brother deserves some of that "free scotch" action.
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