So far the biggest thrill of fall has been meeting my favorite children’s book author, Mo Willems:
If you don’t know who that is, then you’d probably let the pigeon drive the bus. Anyway, while I was getting my book signed, Mo spied my button.
“Tell Barack I say hi.”
Seems to me like I’m on a roll (albeit a one person roll) of meeting people that I really want to meet. Barack Obama is holding a rally at Washington Square Park in one week; my fingers are crossed.
Oh, and here’s Jacqueline Woodson with her cool, cool Obama shirt:
September 20, 2007. Barack Obama, Literature, New York City. .
By trade I am a librarian, which makes me somewhat of a reader. I’m on vacation now, so I actually get to read books that I truly want to read. I borrow books from libraries (duh), which means that usually they are hardcover, therefore more bulky. I am reading Dark Star Safari by Paul Theroux, which is a big fat book. So I spent all this morning and a good chunk of the afternoon reading my book, building arm muscles, and trying (and failing) to obtain Shakespeare in the Park tickets. I stood and read for a good 3.5 hours before becoming collectively bummed out with the 100 other people on line when the news arrives that all tickets are gone.
I walk to the train and take my seat feeling a little disappointed, but happy to rest my feet and to read my book some more. So, why you gotta start with me, jerk?
“Oh, I see. You got an Africa thing, huh?”
I glare. Nothing that I say will possibly make sense to this man.
“You got your Obama and your Africa book, huh?”
I understood exactly what he was referring to, but I’m getting drawn in anyway. “Coincidence,” I say. Quickly I locate my iPod headphones and plug my ears. A couple years ago my friend hypothesized that iPods are the best invention for fighting unsolicited conversation. These days I tend to agree.
July 5, 2007. Barack Obama, Literature, New York City, Public Transportation. .
