Stay tuned for an announcement of our very exciting Indies First Day lineup! Until then, feel as moved as we were by this sweet & simple letter from Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer, champions of the indie bookstore cause. Thanks, you two!
You are very welcome.
I turn 40 tomorrow, so you have to be nice to me. For starters, I think you should crack me a joke. Big-O will go first:
Now, it’s your turn: leave me a joke in the comments below! Make me giggle for my birthday, and I just might send you a Mini-Michelle!
Ready for my favorite links from around the Interwebs?
Henry took the day off work, and as I write this, he’s making the Chocolate Layer Cake from the Zenbelly Cookbook (a.k.a. my pal Simone’s No Joke Dark Chocolate Cake) for my birthday. (It’s kind of my favorite—I even strong-armed Simone into serving it at our cookbook launch party, remember?) Let’s see how close Henry gets to replicating this
Right now, he’s muttering about how he doesn’t have the right pans, so my fingers are crossed.
And by the way, if you’re wondering if Simone’s cookbook kicks butt, the answer is TOTALLY. I’ll be sharing her recipe for Pan-Roasted Chicken with Bacon and Apples with you soon, but here’s a peek at how it turned out:
Our family loved it so much that I’ve already made this dish twice this week.
If I still used good old fashioned snail mail, I’d be all over the U.S. Postal Service’s new set of stamps featuring five celebrity chefs: Julia Child, James Beard, Joyce Chen, Edna Lewis and Felipe Rojas-Lombardi.
Sure, these portraits are a smidge creepy, but I still dig ’em.
Once upon a time, my hubby had a crazy-unstoppable Coke Zero habit. Like many others, he guzzled artificially-flavored zero-calorie beverages thinking that they were better than their high fructose corn syrup-sweetened brethren. Those chemicals, additives, and lab-concocted sweeteners can’t possibly be harmful as long as the drink is calorie-free, right?
Wow. Bite for bite, I honestly don’t think I can come up with an easier recipe than this one. All you need is a big pork roast, a few slices of bacon, Hawaiian Sea Salt, and PATIENCE! Remember—quality matters when you’re using just 3 ingredients!
Here’s what I gathered to feed 8…
fucking dinosaurs got this
Do we all know what week it is? Weird Al and George do. #BannedBooksWeek
if anyone remembers the story that was making rounds a while back about a 19 year old discovering the solution to cleaning up the pacific garbage patch, that project launched a fundraider which now has 7 days to reach it’s goal.
One of the first comedy albums I was ever given was “Reality… What A Concept.” I loved it. I loved “Mork & Mindy.” I even loved Robert Altman’s “Popeye.” Robin Williams meant a lot to me when I was a kid. I knew nothing of drug use or depression. It never occurred to me that…
There is never enough. Never enough time, never enough money, never enough success, never enough praise, never enough sales. Never enough. That’s part of the life I’ve chosen. We struggle to find that thing that makes us feel satisfied, that gives us joy, but, the truth is that…
Actress Lauren Bacall, who starred in such films as ”The Big Sleep,” “Key Largo,” “To Have and Have Not,” “How to Marry a Millionaire” and “Designing Woman,” has died at age 89, according to the estate of her late husband, Humphrey Bogart. More on her life and career.
First photo: Bogart and Bacall arrive at L.A.’s Union Station after marrying in Ohio in 1945. Credit: Los Angeles Times. Second photo: Bogart and Bacall at the 1952 Academy Awards. Credit: Los Angeles Times. Third photo: Bogart and Bacall arriving at the 1955 Academy Awards. Credit: Los Angeles Times. Fourth photo: Bogart, Bacall and their son Stephen before departing for Honolulu from LAX. Credit: Los Angeles Times
Such a classy lady. Class like this does not exist these days.
Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.
This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.
The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”
He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.
I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”
That is what you call a human being.
"I can’t remember where I heard this, but someone once said that defending a position by citing free speech is sort of the ultimate concession; you’re saying that the most compelling thing you can say for your position is that it’s not literally illegal to express."
(via xkcd: Free Speech)