Halfway down the Danube

I have a tropism

I took a brief break Wednesday from America's First Empire: The Quickening to see Diablo Cody read at Coliseum Books, literally across the street from the famous central building of the New York Public Library. (Diablo Cody is a charter member of my frightening blogroll, all tucked away at the bottom left-hand corner of this blog <-- that way.) I was the second least non-threatening guy in the audience, which was OK, since there were only two guys there. (Phrasing update: as opposed to the remarkable assemblage of interesting women present.)

Of course (needless to say) I was smitten by Ms. Cody's smart and smutty style. We briefly bonded about being from the northern Midwest -- "I'm from Wisconsin." "So you know." -- she went off to celebrate her upcoming Letterman appearance, and I went home to write more about Ferdinand Marcos.

What?! Read her book. It's fun and appallingly accurate.