I’m jointly throwing a party with my friend Ami and NYC-area readers are invited. I feel reasonably certain you’re not a bunch of creepers. Our friends aren’t creepers either, they’re all quite nice, so why don’t you come over? It’s a low-key thing with drinks and food and you don’t have to bring anything. It’ll start around 4 pm and end around 8-ish, or whenever. It’s in the East Village. Email me at lunarcamelco at gmail dot com for details.
Unrelatedly, I’m sorry it’s been so quiet around here. I’ve been working on the same litigation for the past two and a half years and we had a whopping big deadline just a couple days before Christmas: a dozen expert witness reports were due. They were written by the experts who are helping us and the judge understand the very complex financial stuff that’s at the heart of our case, but we lawyers had to check each and every source, and neurotically put all the citations into Byzantinely-intricate Bluebook format and whatnot. I don’t mean “like a dozen” reports; I mean there were twelve of them, each with between fifty and three hundred and fifty footnotes or so. Oh man. It’s a good time for a party right now for me, now that this is done.
Vintage invitation from airdrome’s Flickr stream.
Here is Vivian Peanut Severin, who just came to live with me yesterday. I haven’t had much of a chance to photograph her yet, but I’m eager to introduce her to everyone so these will have to do.
I’ve been on a Scottish Fold cat rescue mailing list for the past three years or so, and my patience has finally been rewarded: In a somewhat unusual move, Vivian has given up the ocean views in her Connecticut home to become a New Yorker.
She’s mostly called Viv. Her middle name is a sort of tribute to my much-loved dog Vishnu, who died about a year ago. He was often called Peanut.
Vivian and I have only just met but I can tell she’s intelligent and polite, and I hope we’re going to be good friends.
The little project I mentioned in that last post is open to the public now: a new site, under my actual, real life name. I created it because I realized that the assorted reasons I had for blogging anonymously were no longer meaningful to me, and because I wanted a place where I could pull together the content from this blog, my food blog, and whatever other little projects I involve myself in. I briefly considered abandoning the two existing blogs and doing all my blogging over there, but it didn’t take long to decide against it: They have their distinct audiences, and I’m fine with that. What I’m going to do instead is cross-publish the content from both blogs over there, which I started doing with my last Lunar Camel Co. post. There may be some other, unrelated initiatives that take shape over there. Not sure yet.
Photo of surprised and delighted Mark E. Smith from Fuck Yeah, The Fall-uh!!!
My friends are DJing tomorrow (Thursday) at One Last Shag in Brooklyn. Sadly I won’t be there because I’m Doing Other Stuff, but I see no reason why you shouldn’t be there. The flyer says it’s a queer party but they don’t get into scraps with breeders or anything like that. If you request a shit song, however . . . look out!
Update: More info here.
More about Night and Day magazine — and a zoological table d’hôte — over on my food blog.
I got my blog-defibrillator out this afternoon and my poor old food blog — dormant for two years! — has been revived. It is now sitting up in its convalescent blog-bed, smiling sweetly, and asking for esoteric soups.