hey our friend Heather has a new gig

and a new book

first about her new job… from the world famous Rabbit Blog (which is about the same age as this one)

This [Monday] morning I received several letters from concerned readers reassuring me that I’d find paid work soon. Worry not, fair readers! I left my job at Salon for a staff critic position at The Daily, an iPad-only publication described here and elsewhere. I’m writing about movies and TV now, which means that I occasionally shower, put on starchy pants, and drive across town to Beverly Hills to sit in the dark with other professional hermits. Exotic!

I have a fun new job. That said, I completely understand why many would assume that I’m unemployable. Like most people, I’m ambivalent about work, and feel strongly that any form of employment amounts to grabbing ankle for The Man. I feel this way not because I’m an idealist, but because I value the idiosyncrasies of my mediocre mind far more than I should, and feel that my mind should wander hither and thither, without concern for deadlines and paychecks and other such trivialities. My anti-capitalist impulses derive from nothing more honorable than idle narcissism.

Her interview with Smith magazine is really good and insightful, and gives you a good taste of her memoir “Disaster Preparedness”. But the best part is at the end when this exchange occurs:

Q. Finally, Heather Havrilesky, what’s your Six-Word Memoir?
A. Sluts’ dreams really do come true.

Heather’s book comes out today.

Disclosure: I dj’ed Heather’s wedding several moons ago and i think shes the tops.

looking back at 2010

thru busblog pics… september

hollywood hills, sept 2
i txted karisa cuz i hadnt heard from her in a day, and last i saw she was passed out
i said where you be girl and this is what she txted back

los feliz, sept 3
learned that Machete don’t text

sunset blvd., sept 4
while trying to show the truest how one should model, she showed me how to take a picture

hollywood, sept 6
someone came over to hang out so we hung out

malibu, sept 7
truest wanted to go to malibu. who doesnt love malibu?

downtown LA, sept 9
mark milian tells lindsay he’s leaving us

silver lake, sept 13
alie and georgia mixed drinks at the cha cha cha, so i put on a new shirt

new york city, sept 15
had to show the truest i still had it

new york, sept 16
effed up and created a tornado in booklyn

ny > philly > ny via chinatown bus, sept 17
went to philly to see the coolest art museum ever, then returned that night

meat packing district, sept 18
ate and drank with ana

brooklyn, sept 19
had a pretty sweet makeout sesh lookin at this

ny > chicago, sept 20
finally hung with AJ, flew to chi to wish happy bday to moms

chicago, sept 21
we acted like tourists in downtown chicago

suburbs, sept 22
hung out at my sisters house, played with the new puppy and the kids

hollywood bowl, sept 25
sound of music sing a long

downtown la, sept 27
113 degrees and then the thermometers broke

la times, sept 29
on mark’s last day dan gives him a $10,000 bonus