Saturday, November 22, 2008
Some Fun (Way High & Way Low)
Above, a shot from the New York Social Diary. That’s Mark and me standing behind Joan Didion, Gita Mehta, and Sonny Mehta. A piece of my head in the New York Social Diary! Frankly, there’s no need to go on from here.
Outside the building as I type, Borders is setting up to record Mark for a 15-minute video. At any minute, they’re going to call him up on his cell, and he’s going to walk through the front door, like… Well, I was going to say Loretta Young, but I think I’m going to get in trouble for this.
(Update: I didn't get in trouble. Click here and you'll see what I mean.)
We came back from breakfast earlier to see heaps of trash blowing down the sidewalk in front of our building. The president of our co-op, who lives on the first floor, came to her window to thank us for picking it up. We told her about the camera crew on the way. “Really!” she said excitedly, scrunching up her shoulders. And now Mark and I are convinced she’s going to bound through the door herself, at the least appropriate interval.
I just walked to the window. He’s down there now. Is it just me, or are there more people than usual walking down the sidewalk on this frigid morning? A city of McGillicuddys.
Here are a few links that I thought you might enjoy:
Click here for a link to the piece in the New York Social Diary.
Click here for a description of awards night on the New Yorker blog. The reporter got her facts wrong, however. Mark and I married in Massachusetts, not Connecticut. I’d never be married in Connecticut!
Click here for a sweet video from Galleycat.
If you’re interested, C-Span’s Booknotes program is broadcasting the ceremony tomorrow night, Sunday, November 23, 2008 at 10 PM EST. It should be pretty interesting: fast, without filler. Both the presentation and acceptance speeches were all lovely.
One last thing: I forgot to mention that Mark borrowed one of my ear-flap hats for the video shoot. In exchange, I borrowed something else. A little bling. And he thinks I’m giving it back.
This is for you, Elizabeth.