Tuesday Confessions about the End of Summer

Since the last time I posted, I’ve hosted a party at my apartment and went to a summer concert in the zoo. A social whirl, and it was the hottest weekend (of course!) of the entire year! Sorry, those who came, that it wasn’t a pool party – and that I lack an ice vodka bar!

Here’s a pic of me doing my best Sylvia Plath impression pre-party. Not the suicide part, the part where she rocked being a domestic-goddess-type-in-cocktail-dresses. (Glenn is actually the talented sushi-and-cupcake maker. I’m just appearing in frame.) My favorite thing about the party is that I got to see my artist friends and poet friends and fiction-writer friends all in one place. I wish that happened more often!

We also saw Aimee Mann at the Seattle zoo which was fun, as it had settled down to a comfortable 77-with-breeze by the time we arrived at the zoo, and we enjoyed the meerkats and ocelot cub and other beasties pre-concert. Aimee Mann is a consummate performer – I’ve seen her a bunch of times in a bunch of different venues. She always wears the same kind of outfit – what I call a “cool poet” look – skinny jeans, cool jacket, knee-high boots, and black glasses – and gets up, performs, chats in between songs a bit, and thanks the audience. She’s professional, laid-back, lacking the drama that might usually be attached to pop stars (or poets.) I wish I could pull that off at my own readings. No big whoop, no drama, just get up, perform, thank everyone, get off stage. Note to self.

In poetry news, my book She Returns to the Floating World is now available for $3.50 on Kindle. An e-book! That Kitsune Books is a progressive publisher. I don’t have a Kindle myself, so if you pick it up and see it, let me know how it looks!