I've been absent from these parts for a few days, owing in no small part to the lingering need I have to, you know, write fiction, but along the way I've encountered a few things of note:
1. I love Susan Straight -- not in a romantic way, though Wendy is really smitten with her, too -- and this interview might show why. She's smart, funny and one of the finest writers working today.
2. The new issue of Hobart arrived this week and I'm happy to say that I then ate some bad Mexican and was able to spend quality time with it. If you haven't been watching, Hobart has transformed itself from being just an insanely funny and interesting web & print journal into an insanely funny and interesting web and print journal that happens to feature some of the best new fiction of any journal in America.
3. I set up a MySpace account because it seemed like all the cool 17 year olds and pederasts were doing it and while I pledged I'd start cross-posting my blog to it, I am simply too lazy to actually do it. In fact, this very post is not being cross posted. So, is there a way to do it automatically that I'm too dumb to figure out? Also, uhm, yeah, I'm a little hazy as to the purpose of my MySpace. Lots of people keep asking to be my friend, which seems very nice of them, but, yeah, am I supposed to reciprocate? Am I supposed to start soliciting friends? There are a few hotties who seem to like my books, and a few really fucked up looking people, too, and a few people who, uhm, yeah, seem like they should be in prison. So. Yeah. What am I supposed to be doing and is there a reason about ten other writers I know are doing it, too?
4. If you look hard, I'm standing next to Stephen Perkins in this video. Of course, it's me 15 years ago, but I'm there. I may have to put up a photo to prove it, but I'm there.
5. Get your urban shmatta now....your Goldberg very soon...at Jewcy.

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How bizarre -- I just started cross-posting to my own MySpace blog about three days ago. So I've now got three, mostly identical, blogs -- the mothership on Typepad, the Reader's Digest sanitized version on Amazon, and now this new one on MySpace.
Posted by: Lee Goldberg | August 04, 2006 at 09:06 AM
Can't agree much with you on the first two steps of your case above Mr. Goldberg - especially your comments regarding Hobart - one of the very few lit. journals I actually read cover to cover every issue.
Posted by: Dan Wickett | August 04, 2006 at 12:56 PM
"...an insanely funny and interesting web and print journal that happens to feature some of the best new fiction of any journal in America."
Wow, Todd. Thanks.
Posted by: aaron | August 04, 2006 at 05:19 PM
Oh, great. Just what we need, someone else diluting the myspace site. It's getting harder and harder to find those emo teens every day.
Posted by: russ | August 05, 2006 at 03:40 PM
My space is riddled with authors. I think there are probably just as many authors on there as there are Emo teens. Author’s pimping their lives are on the rise. For every tilted head shot I see, there’s a screen print of a book. Go in fear knowing I will hunt you down and be-friend you.
One last thing...more lists! I want more lists! Picking books out myself sucks.
Posted by: Kristy | August 07, 2006 at 05:06 AM