OK OK OK so it was me hacking into your account and posting pictures of you with world leaders. April Fool . . . and now that I figured out how to cut your head out and put it on other people’s bodies, well. This is going to be FUN.
Now. Here’s a real sight to warm your heart.
Isn’t it BEYOOTIFUL???? This is your birthday Belinda scarf, braising in a delicious broth of Citrus Soak and tap water. I’m going to block it while awaiting the arrival of your yarn. I think your choice is going to be either perfect or not, so I can’t wait to see how it works up.
Literary Moment of the Week
I have really been on a roll lately: Henry Alford last week (his latest NYT goat piece is here), now the historian David McCullough. I HAD to go hear him. I’ve read three of his books. I’d just finished watching the HBO series John Adams. Having boohooed through the entire seventh episode, I have a tender spot for ol’ McCullough and his breezy, easy way with history. Mostly, it’s that voice. One of the great voices.
Anyway, a crowd of about a thousand people showed up to hear him at Belmont University, and at the end, he confessed his love of Hank Williams. Delighted to have found himself on a stage in Nashville with a full house, without a blink he gave us a full-out a cappella performance of “Hey Good Lookin’.” We all ate it up, loving the whole thing.
These writers are so inspiring to me–they come out of their little holes to see their readers, and I always hear something new and surprising. There are author events everywhere, all the time. They’re free. The authors are just sitting there, hoping to meet you. I dunno: it just seems like a good thing to do.
And yes, Miley Cyrus is going to be at the bookstore a mile from my house next week, and OMG I am SO sleeping out at the mall to meet her.