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was just reading about a writer named james frey, whose oprah winfrey-endorsed memoir "a million little pieces" - supposedly a gut-wrenching story of drug addiction and other shit - was at least partly fictionalized. then there's the "unmasking" of j.t. leroy as a hoax perpetrated by three people. and which eerily reminds me of crimson and that kid they were supposed to have rescued from some family from hell. whatever happened to them? people sometimes tell me that i should write about my life. but i've always known i could never do that. every time i think i've got the story straight, i mention it to some else and they say, 'nah, that's not how it happened." nothing i ever wrote could be wholly the truth. better just to make it all fiction. the truth is not out there. |
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Write, you fucker. |
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http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0104061jamesfrey1.html Of course, you know I think you should write a book, droop. I'd edit for you. |
i have to say that i had a good time. had some fairly good italian food (the only calamari i've ever had in this state that didn't taste like fried rubber bands) and a bottle of wine before going to the thing. i don't know what to call it because mccourt didn't do a reading, he just talked. he was entertaining and funny and unpretentious. at least as far as i could make out, since i was as far as i could possible get from him - the very back row of the highest balcony seats which i had to ride an elevator 4 stories to get to. sarah, the person who'd invited me, waited in a long-ass line to get mccourt to sign her book. i went outside for some fresh air. after a while a guy came out of the bass hall and came over to me. "didja get a book signed?" "the person i came with is inside waiting in line. i didn't want to be stuck in a line" "me neither. those women in line are mean. i mean shoving and things like that. there was a fight and i left." eventually, sarah came out unharmed. |
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happy martin luther king day. |
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according to actual public record, james frey only has a fraction of the criminal record he claims to have in his memoir. but i guess that's the thing about memoirs... sometimes the way you remember it is very different from the way it actually happened - compounded by drug abuse. has anyone read The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt? (no, it has nothing at all to do w/ the movie starring Tom Cruise) best book i've *ever* read. |
i'm reading "the chronicles of narnia" right now. my boss - mickie, who was born jewish and then somewhere along the line became a born-again christian - gave it to me. she keeps asking me about it, so i guess i'll have to finish it. |
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one question: explain "mr pibb + red vines = crazy delicious". at first i thought it was something like "beer + amaretto = dr pepper". but, as far as i can find out, "red vines" is licorice. that's a little disappointing. |
and i don't mean "fix yer computer". i mean fix yer computer. you should see the video once. i've seen it dozen's of times because i stuck it on my ipod and showed a bunch of people, so i'm good to go. i think, besides being funny to say, the red vines and mr. pibb are merely referring to theater snacks. i guess they could have said "orange crush and raisinettes = crazy delicious", but it wouldn't have been as funny, or as true. |
what i really need is someone to fix my stove. it nearly burned my apartment down this evening. |
so...nevermind. |
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it doesn't help that just about everything in this state is prone to burning down right now. we gotta get some rain. but you won't hear me complaining about the warm, beautiful weather! |
urban landslides, oh my! |
i would not recommend it. |
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heather. |
heather. |
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(you can also use a 3 for balls if it's facing left!) I fail at cyber-penis. |
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