You have better things to do than stalk me, but I’ll make it easy and let you know that I’ll be at the Touch and Go Fest for most of this weekend, especially Saturday, when I’ll be a volunteer beer-ticket-seller. The volunteering is on behalf of Literacy Works, a fine organization which believes in the power of learning. Learning and beer. While I work I may be wearing my Fuck Macy’s T-shirt, since Saturday is the day the Marshall Field’s name dies. (And yes, I know it’s just a department store and I almost never shop there anyway, but at least half of my earliest memories of Chicago are set in the State Street store, so do not underestimate my hoary nostalgia for this stuff.) Anyway, I’ll be volunteering at the fest until about 3 PM, at which time Chris will insist that we go see The Ex perform. (Which is a band, not a person. And not, you know, a band I used to date, or a band made up of people I used to date, which would be a nightmare, since they’d probably write songs called “She Always Interrupts Herself (And Goes Off On Some Weird Tangent)” and “Too Much Diet Coke.”)
And hey, I’m doing a Ragdale Residency again. As of next weekend I’ll be there until the end of the month, writing some new stuff. I wrote part of INTNM there in 2004, which was helpful because I was trying to finish the book, but this time, I don’t have any kind of deadline. To be honest, I’m sort of terrified. I want to work on new things, but I also want to play house with my boyfriend and watch Robot Chicken. But it’s only two weeks, and I have nothing to be afraid of except the contents of my head, right?