A great interview with Susannah Felts over at {hed}sub/head, a Birmingham book blog.

Two thoughts:
1. Susannah is really good at talking about writing in a way that’s interesting to both writers and readers. I classify that talent as rare. As rare, I’d say, as her writing talent.
2. {hed}sub/head is an awesome name for a website.

Five questions with this guy over at the Pilcrow Lit Fest blog.

First off, if you’re anywhere near Birmingham, Alabama, or know anyone who is, tell them to get themselves to the official release party of This Will Go Down on Your Permanent Record by Susannah Felts. It’s the new featherproof title, and probably the coolest yet. She’ll also be up in Chicago on 3/30.

Also, a couple things to bring to your attention: I act like I know what I’m talking about in this small press article for Time Out Chicago, and again in this blog post.

Earlier this week, it was so cold in Chicago that my mother in Boston heard about it on the morning news, and urged me to take a cab to work. That’s the type of cold that makes Chicagoans miss their friends for months at a time.

But check it out: It’s warmer. It’s even going to get all the way up to 33 degrees, which is practically t-shirt (or in my case, tank top) weather around here. So I would strongly encourage anyone who still reads this blog to come out to the Subterranean tomorrow night to see my newest favorite band, The Pawners’ Society. It’s upstairs, $7, starts at 9pm, and as a double bonus, features the new musical project of Monsignor Paul Hornschemeier, Music Hall. I would call Music Hall one of my newest favorite bands, too, but I haven’t heard them yet. So Paul, if you read this, you’re on notice: I will be ranking you.

Last night, at The Parlor, I somehow got talking about how I think no one should move to New York. But really, you probably should because it’s so, so classy:

So the Pats lost last night. It was a frustrating game, a perfect case for how the non-statistical elements of sport can really take over. The Giants just looked like they wanted it more. The Pats looked like they were entitled. It’s a little slap back to reality for we Boston fans, to the pre-2000 era when we were entitled to precisely zero, and the expectation was on loss rather than triumph. I’m already nostalgic for yesterday.

Tomorrow, I read as part of the new Parlor series, a collaborative effort between the Bad at Sports folks and the Green Lantern Gallery, where the reading takes place. Please do come out and say hello. It’d be nice to see some folks out for a new effort.