mostly good, a little rocky at times. Austin itself rocks and there's
much more I'd like to explore.
Am at awesome indie bookstore Bookpeople now, happy to see they have a
few of my books. I'd love to read here someday.
Props to Time for not only thoughtfully reviewing Milk (which I haven't seen yet, but plan to Sunday), stating that "Harvey Milk is the gay Joan of Arc," (which I haven't seen yet) but for owning its own homophobic past:
Comedian Kelli Dunham wowed all of us last week at In The Flesh. Next time I have Comedy Sex Night, she's so coming back! Seriously, there were SO many Twitterable lines, but alas, I could only select one:
What do you think about autoresponders?
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I kindof hate anonymous comments. I think they're a lazy way for people to hide behind...nothing. Stupidity. Not always, of course, but it kindof made me smile to see that Alison Tyler unearthed her anonymous mean commenter. And no, I have no idea who it is, and honestly don't care. My point is that you reap what you sow. Sometimes it doesn't seem that way, but I believe it is true.
Over at the Do Not Disturb hotel sex blog, I'm posting about, well, hotel sex. So I'd love to know which hotels you think are sexy and why, for possible inclusion on the blog (you can be anonymous or I can credit/link to you). Write me at rachelravenous at gmail.com - Thanks!
Sometimes, my body is trying to tell me something, and I ignore it at my peril. Today, I threw up after drinking the same tea I drink most days, Tazo’s Awake tea. I’d eaten parts of cupcakes in the morning so that I could write about them, and had an egg sandwich, mostly with the egg, and some seltzer. I think it was the tea; I wasn’t feeling poorly before that, but after that, I just felt awful, but I couldn’t go home early. I was going to go to trivia because I love it, but my head has been hurting for the rest of the day, making it near impossible to concentrate on anything. I’d look at something, start to work on it, and my vision would get kinda blurry and I’d just not be able to concentrate. My face hurts, which is not a good sign, and I keep having this unbearable urge to cry, which I just may let myself do. Some of it may have to do with getting my period today, because my period only seems to come when I'm going on a trip. Not every trip, but, well, most of them. My fault for not being on the Pill already and able to double up and skip a period, but still.
Or maybe it's just me in my brand new dating/sex column for The Frisky. (by "brand new," I meant this is the 2nd one; the first was "Is He The One?")
Labels: In The Flesh Reading Series
You so don't want to miss tonight's reading! It's really got a fabulous lineup and so much free stuff to give away. Plus we'll be selling the sex blogger calendar that Desiree and I are in. Also look out for December 18th, True Sex Confessions with Rachel Resnick (author of Love Junkie), Rex Sorgatz (blogger, Fimoculous), Christen Clifford (playwright, Baby Love and (What I Know About) My Parents' Sex Life), Neal Boulton (Editor, BastardLife) rest of lineup TBA, January 15 with Susie Bright and many contributors to X: The Erotic Treasury and February 19, Love, Lust and Broken Hearts Night.
Labels: In The Flesh Reading Series
Yes, I'm a columnist, of a sort, again. It's not a sex column this time (yay!) and is online and I'm really thrilled about it.
Blogger Desiree of Baser Instincts is not only one of Thursday's esteemed readers, but also a sex blogger calendar pinup girl, as am I. Calendars will be for sale for $20 at In The Flesh (Nov. 20, 8-10 pm, Happy Ending Lounge, 302 Broome St., NYC) and, if you're nice, we'll even sign them for you! Here's all of us, as captured by Stacie Joy.
A good book cover should, well, make you want to pick up the book. And, ideally, want to read the book, but first it needs to get your attention. Grab you amongst a sea of other books eagerly awaiting your eyes. This cover grabbed me when I saw it at the Shakespeare & Co. on the Upper East Side. I was intrigued by the bra, by the fact that I know nothing about Syrian lingerie, by the very concept. It's out from Chronicle Books and I'll be reviewing it here soon.
I promise this will be more than just a photo blog, but between busyness and lusting over my new iPhone, there's been photo action going on. For links and such, see the Tumblr.
I had fun at Friday's sex blogger calendar release party, even though I showed up late and was feeling a little weird about the whole thing. The calendar itself is gorgeous. Will I use it for anything other than a keepsake? I don't think so, but I hope you do. I just think it would be the height of narcissism for me to hang it on my cubicle wall. I'll be using a cupcake calendar, finally (last year I ordered one and it never arrived and then was sold out!). I did, however, have fun and saw lots of old friends and met readers of this blog.
I stopped by the opening morning chaos of the newly opened Momofuku Milk Bar at 13th/2nd this morning. It's gotten hyped all over the place this week (here's Eater's take).
Yes, it's true: the beloved Susie Bright is reading at In The Flesh on January 15, 2009, in a night dedicated to her new hardcover anthology X: The Erotic Treasury, just out from Chronicle Books. Mark your calendars and make sure to get there early cause it's a small bar. Books will be for sale; all readers TBA soon!
And not only that, paid $9.15 for it! But what are food bloggers for? I was at the book party for Confetti Cakes for Kids by Elisa Strauss on Tuesday at Dylan's Candy Bar. I didn't know anyone, but chatted with the bartender, who was intrigued with my cupcake blog. I said hello to Elisa, who I'd interviewed twice but had never met, and munched on mini cupcakes and other delights (see full photo set here).
Labels: Huffington Post
Lately it seems like all signs in my life are pointing toward cupcakes, at least, in terms of success. My other writing is going okay, I'm the main holdup, and I've sortof let a lot of things falter and taken bad, twisted paths and agreed to things I shouldn't have.
Labels: Cupcakes Take the Cake
I really thought I might pee from laughing so hard last night, especially during this:
I didn't get back from New Jersey until too late for ramen last night, and took a personal day today to chill at home for my birthday (I just turned 33). Much I want to post but my friend Brownie of Blondie and Brownie made me cupcakes I'm off to pick up before eating Ethiopian food with some of my favorite people.