Here's my latest at the Austint.
If you like it, you know what to do.
Thanks,
spike
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Dick Monologues Strikes Again!
Tomorrow, April 23rd, Shakespeare's Birthday, the Dick Monologues strikes again at the Hyde Park Theatre. There are still tickets left. It's $12 and a bargain at twice that price. Doors 6:30, show 7. Email me at spike@spikeg.com to make reservations. And please help spread the word.
Thanks,
spike
Sunday, April 20, 2008
The New York Times and Me
I have the tiniest little article in the New York Times Magazine today. I just love getting in the mag-- this is maybe the sixth time? And that's over many years of trying, pitching, and either being rejected flat out for a pitch or researching a topic only to have it later not make it in.
The funny thing about this piece is that NYT asked if they could syndicate it to 2000 newspapers and I get money every time it runs somewhere. Now, it's possible no one else will run it. And-- a girl can dream-- it's possible 2000 papers will pick it up. Just funny to me the potential for this itty bitty piece to earn me more than what some much longer, much more difficult to write pieces have netted me.
Anyway, most importantly, it's a thrill. And hey, I got to interview Lance Armstrong, adding to the list of world champion athletes including Tony Hawk and Kelly Slater I've had the odd opportunity to speak to (given my total lack of athletic skill and the fact I'm not a sports reporter).
The funny thing about this piece is that NYT asked if they could syndicate it to 2000 newspapers and I get money every time it runs somewhere. Now, it's possible no one else will run it. And-- a girl can dream-- it's possible 2000 papers will pick it up. Just funny to me the potential for this itty bitty piece to earn me more than what some much longer, much more difficult to write pieces have netted me.
Anyway, most importantly, it's a thrill. And hey, I got to interview Lance Armstrong, adding to the list of world champion athletes including Tony Hawk and Kelly Slater I've had the odd opportunity to speak to (given my total lack of athletic skill and the fact I'm not a sports reporter).
Thursday, April 17, 2008
New Austinist Post: Soupy Sales
New one is up at Austinist. I'm still having link woes. You can go to www.austinist.com and scroll down if you want to see it. This week, I'm dodging the bullets of pig wrestling (hopefully) with a nice interview about the creative class with the Soup Peddler.
If you like it, please recommend it.
Thanks,
spike
If you like it, please recommend it.
Thanks,
spike
Monday, April 14, 2008
God Bless the Teller
A couple of weeks ago, some dude writes a letter to the Chronicle, panning the Dick Monologues. So I call him (his number is online) and ask if he's seen the show. No. Surprise, surprise.
Now, some guy is posting comments to my most recent Austinist post in which I discuss how I didn't appreciate Henry's high school principal's response to my concerns about a bullet Henry found in school. And how I also was alarmed to learn a gun was found a week later at the school. This guy claims to know me based on having worked at the same company as me ten years ago. I cannot for the life of me remember the guy and seriously doubt we ever had a conversation. But he felt it important to note this "connection" of ours, presumably to lend weight to his argument that I'm a nutcase using a bully pulpit to get Henry's absence excused.
Initially, I took his bait, responding to his first post. I know how stupid this is-- I've been online for about twelve years, used to run message boards for Prodigy, and, as I told the guy in yet another post I made, really one should never wrestle with the pigs, seeing as you both get dirty and the pigs love it. So I'm dirty now, because I wrestled with him not once, not twice, but three times.
Here's a guy with no experience as a parent, let alone the parent of a teenager, questioning my legitimate concerns for my child's well being and, in fact, for the well being of all the students in the school. Anyway, it's been a big bullshit tit for tat exchange and, as noted, I'm one muddy mother.
That said, oh bless the serendipitous universe, after I foolishly posted my last comment, as if this would bring sudden enlightenment to the guy, I headed off to the bank to make a deposit. At my bank, you don't see the tellers in real life, they pop up on little video screens. So I send my deposit up the tube chute thingie (wasn't that a ZZ Top song?) and after a bit my teller shows up on the screen and we have a conversation that goes a little like this:
Her: I have to ask you. Are you the blogger?
Me: I am. Which blog?
Her: The Austinist?
Me: Funny you mention that. I've been catching hell for my last post.
Her: About the school?
Me: Yeah.
Her: I was in high school when school shootings started happening. That is scary.
Me: Thanks.
Her: Sure. I'm just excited it's you! (makes "yeah" gesture with hand clenched while pulling elbow back.)
So yeah. There you go. The bank teller thinks guns are scary, too.
Now, some guy is posting comments to my most recent Austinist post in which I discuss how I didn't appreciate Henry's high school principal's response to my concerns about a bullet Henry found in school. And how I also was alarmed to learn a gun was found a week later at the school. This guy claims to know me based on having worked at the same company as me ten years ago. I cannot for the life of me remember the guy and seriously doubt we ever had a conversation. But he felt it important to note this "connection" of ours, presumably to lend weight to his argument that I'm a nutcase using a bully pulpit to get Henry's absence excused.
Initially, I took his bait, responding to his first post. I know how stupid this is-- I've been online for about twelve years, used to run message boards for Prodigy, and, as I told the guy in yet another post I made, really one should never wrestle with the pigs, seeing as you both get dirty and the pigs love it. So I'm dirty now, because I wrestled with him not once, not twice, but three times.
Here's a guy with no experience as a parent, let alone the parent of a teenager, questioning my legitimate concerns for my child's well being and, in fact, for the well being of all the students in the school. Anyway, it's been a big bullshit tit for tat exchange and, as noted, I'm one muddy mother.
That said, oh bless the serendipitous universe, after I foolishly posted my last comment, as if this would bring sudden enlightenment to the guy, I headed off to the bank to make a deposit. At my bank, you don't see the tellers in real life, they pop up on little video screens. So I send my deposit up the tube chute thingie (wasn't that a ZZ Top song?) and after a bit my teller shows up on the screen and we have a conversation that goes a little like this:
Her: I have to ask you. Are you the blogger?
Me: I am. Which blog?
Her: The Austinist?
Me: Funny you mention that. I've been catching hell for my last post.
Her: About the school?
Me: Yeah.
Her: I was in high school when school shootings started happening. That is scary.
Me: Thanks.
Her: Sure. I'm just excited it's you! (makes "yeah" gesture with hand clenched while pulling elbow back.)
So yeah. There you go. The bank teller thinks guns are scary, too.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Austinist Post Up: Gun at Henry's School
The editor who posts my piece for the Austinist decided to edit out the contact information I originally included for the principal of my son's high school, lest I be pegged as vindictive. But I wasn't being vindictive. If you want his contact info, just let me know.
Meanwhile, the post is here:
I Am So Popular: Don't Shoot, Shoot, Shoot That Thing At Me
If you dig it, please recommend it.
Thanks,
spike
Meanwhile, the post is here:
I Am So Popular: Don't Shoot, Shoot, Shoot That Thing At Me
If you dig it, please recommend it.
Thanks,
spike
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The Dick Monologues Rises Up Again
Hello Everyone,
PLEASE! Come see The Dick Monologues. Next show:
Wednesday, April 23rd, Hyde Park Theatre, 43rd and Ave A.
Doors 6:30. Show 7. Tickets $12. Reservations: spike@spikeg.com
Hope to see you there,
spike
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