Arts I Have So Much to Do…
…and I’m not doing any of it, because there’s a short story by Miranda July in the new New Yorker. (Saw it at a bookstore just now and bought it, even though a copy is destined to arrive in my mailbox tomorrow or so. Yes. I am that much of a nerd.) Unless I blacked out at some point, this is the first time she’s ever been in this here favorite magazine o’ mine. She had some funny, wonderful ones in The Paris Review before The Paris Review changed editorial staff and began to suck.
I’ve read the first page so far. It’s so good.
[Frizzelle ducks under desk as Mudede throws a lamp at him.]