||[Sep. 8th, 2007|10:46 pm]
|[||Tags|||||books, cakes, non-monogamy||]|
|||||I can play "same boy you've always known" on an acoustic guitar! It's ADCG.||]|
I baked a cake. When it came time to ice it, I decided that it was going to be an anarcake, even though I am not an anarchist. (Here's why I am not an anarchist: as somebody who happily identifies as a punker, a feminist and a transsexual, I don't need another goddam perfectly legitimate identity with an image problem.) I fucked up the big white icing circle a, though, but it was a momentary setback: I figured out pretty quickly that I could salvage it by turning the lines I'd made into a star of David, and having a Judaicake. I fucked up the star of David, too, though.
Seriously: who needs friends?
Here is another story: Today a woman came into the bookstore and picked up the staff recommendation I'd made for Junot Diaz's new book. She read it, then turned to me and Tim and asked, "Oh wow! Does this author's girlfriend really work here?" To which I had to own up: no, that's my recommendation, and I made that part of it up. Then Tim was like, "In what percentage of your staff recommendations do you claim the author is your boy- or girlfriend? A hundred?" And I was like, nah, probably like ninety, because I'd be embarrassed if Aimee Bender came in and saw me making that sort of claim.