Have we blown our collective UF wads? And yes, Kate, that one’s for you. 😉
Month: March 2009
I have an author photo and it is number two!: Here’s all the information for my wonderful photographer, Robert Trudeau, and his wife, Talbot.  They’re both artists and they both have their fingers shackled firmly to the pulse of Shreveport.…
Who's your Daddy . . .
Quite a few of the (awesome!) issues many of you raised in the comments to my post on the League of Reluctant Adults about sex in UF were about age.  Which, in turn, made me think about about something that…
Ode to Anxiety (or, Sing, Muse, of how you totally don't prepare your victims for reality)
I never thought I’d be a writer.  At least not of mass-market stuff.  I thought I might write a book, eventually, about Philip Roth or Martin Amis and 27 people would read it.  That said, 27 was an optimistic estimate.…
Author Photos Round Two
So I’m a dink and didn’t remember that with the wonder of iPhoto, I, lil ole Nicole Peeler, can make my own  photos black and white.  Until, sometime last night, when the whisky reminded me.  I just put them in…
Author Photos . . .
So I had my author photos taken and I didn’t have to resort to booze.  It was actually a tremendously fun experience, and I have Robert Trudeau, Talbot Trudeau, and my friend Jennette Ginsburg to thank for that. I’ve narrowed…
Celebrating with Gratuitous Consumerism!
So I just got back from NYC.  Lemme tell you, it took every ounce of self control I had to get on that plane and not try to move into a corner of my friends’ apt.  I could have slept…
Interview with director Jeffrey Goodman . . .
. . . over at the League!  Go check it out! http://www.leagueofreluctantadults.com Thanks!
On Word Counts and Dropping F-Bombs
So last night we had a cocktail party with a few old friends and some of my new friends at McIntosh & Otis and Orbit.  It was insanely fun.  My old friends were incredible and it was so good…
New York, New York
So I’m just about to head out to New York.  But first I’m sitting on my ball, drinking my smoothie and coffee and writing ‘dis guy.  And practicing a bad psuedo-New York accent, apparently.  Have I told you how…