Also: I have ordered Vladimir's Second Christmas Present, which will be very exciting. Whee!
Meanwhile, tis the season of corporate gifts. The first gift basket Mom's brought home had a box of Poppycock (basically caramel corn), a box of Ghirardelli chocolate with carmelized almonds (which she prompty absconded with), and a tin of those Danish butter cookies that you see so often near the holidays. I just suddenly realized how good those cookies are a couple of years ago, so this is one of the little things I look forward to muchly each Christmas.
Back to reading and recording: I don't know what the deal is with the sound quality, but the "Phantom of the Fiction Workshop" clip is awful. The New Orleans posts were recorded on a much less spiffy Nokia over the summer, and they sound crystal clear. I get a brand new future-sleek Samsung, and you can't hear for shit. So I don't know. I thought my new computer came with a microphone... I'll look into that, and see if I can't record something on a piece of equipment other than a cell phone. I like doing readings, though--particularly when I'm alone in the room and no one's staring at me--so I may try to do more. I would do some of the "Movies in Fifteen Minutes," but... really, I don't know how long you can go on muttering the speaker's name and then reading the line. I heard Horton Foote--or maybe it was Shelby Foote. It was a Foote. I know that much--read a new play he'd written at a writer's conference a few years back, and it was excruciating. He read the whole thing, and he read that whole thing thusly: "Alice:howareyou? John:I'mfine. Alice:Johnit'sgoodtohearthat." I can't read for pages on end like that, nor would I inflict it on you.
P.S. No, I will not be performing "Novellas of the Night" for anyone