I suppose a more skilled self-promoter would have promoted this a bit more than twenty-four hours in advance, but, to to take Donald Rumsfeld's hideous blitheness in vain (and add a bit of Johnsonian self-knowledge), you blog as the blogger you are, not the blogger you wish to be.
My friend Dmitry Samarov, author of the wonderful Hack: Stories from a Chicago Cab, has roped me into a thing: tomorrow night, February 20, at 8:30, a post-martini hour in which I'm usually considering what book will ease my transition to bed, I will be up on stage with him and seven other readers at LivingRoom Realty talking about the Day Job.
If you're in Chicago and able to come out, here's what I can promise you:
1. Dmitry, who is personable and entertaining and a great raconteur.I don't do this sort of thing often, but I can't refuse Dmitry, and I've enjoyed working up something on the theme. If you're around, come out. If I don't know you, I'd love to meet you: in my relatively extensive experience thus far, it's never a mistake to meet people you've come to like through the Internet.
2. At least one Tolstoy quote.
3. At least one Samuel Johnson quote.
4. At least one brutal dis of Jack Kerouac.
5. That I will talk briefly about my long-ago career as a radio DJ.
6. That I will be off the stage in under eight minutes.
7. Oh, and, crucially, that there will be drinks.
Full details in the image above, or at this link. Hope to see you there!