Sunday, March 13, 2005

A dude’ll do

Cheeky cutie Matt Kingston e-mailed a terse "Thinking of you..." along with a link to this New York Times story about the habitués of a bar "on the corner of Avenue A and 12th Street [...] named for the red neon rooster in the window."

I'm not sure how to take that, but it's always nice to be thought of.

Batteries draining, batteries charging…

Greetings from the heart of Texas. The weather is gorgeous and the geeks are too! Just a brief note to report that, yes, I am alive and having a simply marvelous time. Break Bread With Brad was a smash, and attendance topped 90 for the first time ever.

The people just kept coming—including random literary sensations— and the beer flowed freely and the food was yummy and I gave away the usual assortment of eclectic crap door prizes. (More pictures here and here.)

There's too, too much going on. I'm overstimulated. I'm underslept. At the same time my creative batteries are getting juiced up, my literal batteries are rebelling; both my digital camera and my laptap refuse to hold a charge for more than a few minutes at a time. It's long past time to replace the camera anyway, and I've put off buying a new iBook energy module for a long while too.

And that's the news from Austin, where the food is plentiful, cheap and delicious; the Shiner flows as easily as the conversation in the convention center hallways; and the men—o, the men!—are smart, funny and gorgeous! Further bulletins as events warrant, breaking news around the clock at SXSW Baby!.