Facebook (never closes). Google docs. Square. Some video where Susan Sarandon is being a total entitled jackass.If you had to brag about yourself:
You knO-Ow, I’m pretty smart.
Your writer crush:
Amina Cain, whose book Creature has had an everlasting impact on me.
Charif Shanahan, whose new poetry book Into Each Room We Enter Without Knowing is as beautiful as a book gets.
(of the moment)
“You told me the day / that you show me your face / we’d be in trouble for a long time.”
(Sharon Van Etten, “Afraid of Nothing”)
Any place in the world:
That stretch of street during the fire run at the end of the summer festival in Barcelona. Or walking/driving through Koreatown LA late morning.
Chicken and waffles (not at a white boy place please). Chorizo. Veggie jook.
Favorite online places right now:
The smell of skin.
Your rituals (writing or not):
Walking. Coffee. Whiskey. Flying standby.
Least impressive thing about you:
My negative dancing skills.
Favorite space to write:
Couch or bus.
What should we know:
I am the happiest person I know. Shockingly.
Guilty literary pleasure: Smut.
Best book nobody talks about:
1933 Was a Bad Year by John Fante. (My favorite novel of all time.)
Character (TV, book, movie) you most identify with:
Last time you lied: Lie? Never!
The lie: Lie? Never!
Question you secretly want to be asked:
Why will New York never be as awesome as LA?
The answer: Because NYers are WAAAYYYYYYYY too Hollywood.