Las Vegas!

Herbach is in Las Vegas doing a couple of interesting events (actually three!).

First, tonight, he is at the Las Vegas library (check the tour dates for details) talking about book stuff with the very cool and really impressive Henderson Writers’ Group.  It is free and open to the public and should be a good time — heady and important information, of course, plus a little reading!

Tomorrow morning, Herbach hits the air on Nevada Public Radio’s, State of Nevada! 10am ish!

Finally, tomorrow evening, join Herbach at Borders Books at 6521 Las Vegas Blvd S., 7pm, for a reading!  Tell all your Las Vegas friends.  No reason to gamble, booze, hit strip clubs, burn in the sun, where small clothing and big sunglasses, when you can hang with Herbach at a Borders!

Good morning Casino!

One not to miss!

That’s what this notification said.  From Wichita and Watermark Books!

Watermark is sponsoring a new event at a new venue, and we thought you’d like to know about it.

On Wednesday, July 16. at 7:00 p.m. join Geoff Herbach, author of The Miracle Letters of T. Rimberg, and his Lit 6 Project cohort Sam Osterhout for an evening of “Performance Literature” at Old Town’s Caffe Moderne, 300 N. Mead St., #108. A pdf postcard for the event is attached to this e-mail, and posters are also available.

For more information on the Lit 6 Project, check out http://www.lit6project.com/.

And read about Herbach’s novel at http://themiracleletters.com/.

And to order the book or for more information about all things cool, go to http://www.watermarkbooks.com/.

Red Stag Block Party is today!

Will the weather hold? Will Sam and Herbach hold it together? It’s going to be great out there today!

BEGINS AT 5:00 GOES UNTIL 10:30!  SEE YOU THERE.

Having watched Desperately Seeking Susan…

On the day before Hillary Clinton suspends her campaign… Having read so much about the angst and anger of 70s era feminists regarding Hillary’s loss (understandable, but also, it would seem, more a product of a poor campaign strategy than institutional discrimination — she was running against an African American, after all)… Actually loving 80s film and also having watched the Democratic Primary more closely than any other political drama in my lifetime, I believe it is time to turn to the wisdom of a powerful gen-x female, Dana of NY, NY.  She is extremely funny in person and also in blog form.  In her blog, Party in the Back, Dana frames current events with the plots, characters, tones of 80s film.  She recently used the characters in Breakfast Club to document Hillary Clinton’s journey through the primary season.  Extremely good stuff!

Don’t forget: SUNDAY, JUNE 8, RIOT ACT at the TURF, 7PM!

Cambridge, part I

This is me and Herbach in Cambridge. He’s wearing a bow tie and I’m on my bicycle (you have to look closely).

Burger Madness

Herbach went crazy last night about that goddamned burger. He wouldn’t shut up about it. While he was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I snuck a peak at his diary. It said, “Dear Diary, I’m in hamburger heaven! If I could just keep that burger in my mouth for the rest of my life, I would finally be at peace.” And so on. Then, in the middle of the night I heard a stirring from his bed, and then a sharp “HAHAHAHAHAHA,” and then a snore. But in the morning it was another story (see photo below)

The drive to Northampton, where we now sit (mid afternoon, partly to mostly cloudly, in a townie bar off the main drag), was picturesque, but there was a grumbling from the passenger seat. Down an ancient, hilly and winding two-lane Massachusetts’s highway, we passed an idyllic stream. Herbach said, “What if we plunged into that stream…and died.” Then we passed a school bus and he said, “What if we plunged into that school bus…and it exploded and everyone everywhere died.” I said, “Somebody’s got their crabby pants on.” He said, “It’s the economy.” But I knew. He misses that burger. Re-read the entry below. Herbach wants to marry that shit.

I bought him a pizza when we rolled into town, which cheered him up (see picture below), but only temporarily. Now we’re in an Irish “pub” and Herbach’s picking fights with crew-cut Johnny Paycheck who took the day off to get drunk with his toothless old lady.

Somebody get this guy a fucking burger.

Announcement: How about this quickie?

Reading in Cleveland (suburb there of), Bela Dubby, is at 9:30, not 7.  This makes a big difference and we will have to unloose our dirtiest business.  That’s how late.  Get address on the tour page.

We met this fellow in Milwaukee.  He is a lawyer.

Day One: Miracle Tour

This is a picture of Mr. Smartypants trying to tell me all about the Wisconsin Dells. “Ahh. The Dells in winter. There are dozens of excellent indoor water parks, and one can drink booze at said indoor water parks. Perfect place for a writer’s retreat.” Herbach drove the entire way while I navigated. My job wasn’t difficult because he’d driven the route several thousand times, and really we just had to take 94 East. Nonetheless, we got lost. Fortunately, we found refuge at a place called “Cruisin’ Chubbies.” Well stocked buffet and the wait staff was entirely nude. 

Day one rating: mixed.