perhaps Aqua could be their spokesmodel...

click and check it out.

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i ate an egg!

pathetic, sometimes, what passes for excitement in the k-p/r household.

but having eaten no solid food since wednesday morning, keeping this egg down seems miraculous.

both brent (i may return to calling him "b"..."brent" feels weird) and i came down with (what we believe to be) e-coli after eating some fresh strawberries.

it was like a hangover that wouldn't end. i won't describe the particulars because it's all behind us now. (it was all behind us all week, come to think of it. Ba-dum-DUM.)

i almost called a private ambulance service to take me to my scheduled storytelling performance at The Moth on thursday. for those of you who don't know about it, it's one of the best live venues for writers. i was incredibly honored to be asked, and told my story alongside of jonathan ames, rian malan, annie proulx, and mike daisey. there was no way i was backing out of it. so i drank half a bottle of pepto right before running out the door. (a trick, i might add, that i also employed sometimes as Aqua. it helps regulate the booze absorption on an empty stomach. or so i believed.)

i made it through the event, in full flop/fever sweat. it was all worth it when annie proulx turned around in her seat to tell me how much she liked my story. i'm still amazed at the people i get to meet. i know i must look like a blithering idiot when i get to meet my idols. then again, she's lucky i didn't throw up on her.

brent recovered first...of course. i think there's something about being a doctor that boosts your immune system. so against my better judgment, i pepto'd again before leaving for the train for the farm on friday. the first signs of imminent survival appeared on saturday, when i was able to keep down a mug of broth.

because we decided to be weekend farmers, instead of something far more relaxing like weekend beachgoers, we're a slave to the chore schedule. especially this time of year, when if we miss a week of work, we might miss a harvest of something or other. which is why, this weekend, i planted three beds of strawberries, 45 blueberry bushes, 25 blackberry bushes, 6 red currant bushes, and two new mailbox posts with nothing more in my stomach than chicken broth.

but, contrary to all my established personal ethics, i found out that work IS actually good for you.

hence, this morning...the egg.

i feel so much better that i'm now going to agway to buy everything we need for today's chores.

whoopee!

(p.s. TODAY IS THE LAST DAY to sign up for personalized autographed bookplates. they go in the mail this week for arrival at the launch of Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.))

(p.p.s. to everyone who wrote all the nice things to brent and i about the martha show appearance, thank you very much. i'll try not to bore y'all with so much farm stuff from now on. if you're jonesing for the not-as-simple-as-it-looks life, check out our farm site. you'll get a taste of brent's blogging. and realize who the real writer in the family is.)

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the mysterious "b" revealed! (on ’martha stewart"?)

Many of you have read about my partner “b.”

I've even slipped a few times and used his name: ‘Brent.'

Not that his name was all that secretive – “I Am Not Myself These Days” is dedicated to him: “For Brent, who wants you to know that he had nothing to do with this story but everything to do with its happy ending.”

Brent and I met in 2000, shortly after the demise of Aqua. Which was good, because he's deathly afraid of drag queens in the same way that some people are afraid of clowns. At the time I was deathly afraid of dying as a result of my inability to control myself. So at least we had deathly fear in common.

It's probably too hyperbolic to say that Brent saved my life, but it's not an exaggeration to say that he gave me a new one. We met online, because I had sworn off going to bars and clubs for obvious reasons, and he was too shy. He was too shy to even accept my e-offer of a real, live, in-person date. But during the course of our three hour first chat, I had deduced that he lived in Washington Heights – a good forty-five minutes away from me. So before he signed off – possibly forever – I typed:

“Tomorrow night I will be at the A/C subway stop at 168th St at 8 o'clock. You will either be there or you won't. Either way, I'm eating dinner somewhere nearby if I'm not mugged waiting for you.”

He was there. And we've spent the last eight years together as he finished up his medical residency, fellowship, and became a full-fledged doctor (yes, my mother is much happier with him than she was with Jack, the “travel agent.”) In 2004, when Brent returned to school yet again, this time at NYU to get his MBA, he said:

“I'm going to be gone most nights of the week. You should really get a hobby. Write a book or something.”

Which was his nice way of saying “I don't have time to baby-sit you anymore, and if you start drinking again, I'm out of here.”

So I wrote “I Am Not Myself These Days” about my years of causing trouble to keep myself out of any more trouble.

So where does Martha Stewart come into this? Some sort of strange ménage a trios?

Well, Brent was put in charge of fundraising for Mt Sinai Hospital's new geriatric clinic. In his search for gajillionaires, he first tried to single out persons who were well known for their healthy living, and living lives far more youthfully than their actual age. Of course Martha fits the bill perfectly. (I won't tell you her age, but if you look it up, I guarantee you'll be shocked.)

So he wrote her a letter. She wrote back. And a few months later, Brent and Martha broke ground on the The Martha Stewart Center for Living at Mt Sinai Hospital (dedicated to Martha's mother, “Big Martha,” to whom Brent also became close.)

Nowadays Brent works with Martha full time, heading up her Health & Wellness Division across her magazines, television shows, and radio. Some of you may already know him. He's been “Dr. Brent” on Martha's daytime talk show for a couple of years, as well host of "Ask Dr. Brent" on Martha's Sirius Satellite Radio channel. I call him “the doctor who plays one on TV.”

Here's how he looks on TV:



Here's how he looks to me:



It goes without saying that I think he's the greatest thing since iced vodka, but why am I telling you all this now?

Because I just returned home from driving five baby goats four and a half hours into the city from the farm Brent and I bought a year ago. Yes, I had five out-of-control baby goats poo-ing in the back seat of our truck crossing the George Washington Bridge, which looms over the neighborhood where Brent and I first met eight years ago.

Just try to come up with a more implausible tale than that.

Now our goats now have a far bigger audience than I do, after taping their appearance on the Martha Stewart Show, which I thought you might want to watch this Friday, April 25th.



The reason for their guest star status is that Brent and I met a wonderful artisanal soap maker last year who began purchasing the goat milk from co-farmer John. (Who is the only actual farmer at our farm.) She taught us how to make the soap from our milk as well, and Brent and I gave it out as Christmas presents to all our friends, including Martha.

Unexpectedly, people began asking for more, and more, and before we knew it we started getting requests to sell it in different retail locations. It's pretty good soap as far as soap goes. We didn't realize how many people were looking for chemical-free natural soap.

Now I'm using the term “we,” but you can tell the whole soap thing is more Brent's than my project because, well, it's a sensible undertaking and no one gets hurt. Not even the goats in the back seat – who loved their day in the city. (Any childrens book authors out there, you can have that story as a freebie.)

So, that's my “B.” in 1000 words or less. I hope you like him even a fraction as much as I do.

You can seem him, and our baby goats, on “Martha” this Friday, (April 25th). Go to marthastewart.com to find channels and times in your local area. And check out beekman1802.com if you want to find out more about our farm and soap.

Let me know what you think and I'll pass it on to Dr. Brent, who is my never-ending happy ending.

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the pain. the pain.

oh god, i am so sore.

i used to wake up (sober up) every monday morning in the clutches of another painful hangover.

this morning though, i wake up with a different sort of pain. let me catalog it:

hamstrings - can't bend legs.
right wrist - can rotate or clutch.
skin on back of neck, back of ears, and receding hairline - on fire with sunburn.


B. and i spent all weekend getting our new garden ready. and we only got about 1/5 of it done.

probably the biggest joy of buying our farm, for me, was being able to grow my own food. i grew up with a massive vegetable garden in the backyard. back then, i resented every moment i had to spend in the garden - planting, weeding, picking, watering.

but now, as an (arguably) adult, there's something wholly satisfying about providing for myself. last summer, our grocery bills went down to $30 a week. (and if i ever figure out to grow toilet paper and paper towels, they'll go down even more.)

this time of year is the toughest at the farm. since we're fifteen miles from the nearest grocery store, and we have such a short time at the farm each weekend, we rarely buy any outside food. we usually have what we need, with the eggs and goat milk rounding out the staples. but as of sometime last month, we've pretty much exhausted our root cellar and freezer. all we have left is some beef and rabbit. we've spent the last few weekends eating steak and eggs. which sounds good. the first weekend.

so i was in a hurry to get our "new improved" garden in. last year, our first year, we just cultivated a small plot of land which we'd rushed to till up right after we bought the place. it was good enough, and kept us in produce until, well, up till last month.

but i spent all winter planning out our new garden. "over-planning" as brent would say. it's huge - slightly less than a half acre. 52 raised beds. plus another 5 large plots surrounding them. we've planned out over 120 different fruits and vegetables.

dan, the guy we hire to do things that we say we don't have time for but really know we can't, spent all winter building the raised beds for us. so this weekend we started hauling them in place and filling them with dirt.

we only got sixteen of them done.

and now i can barely move.

sorry there are no pics, but until i can lift my hands above my waist, you'll have to just imagine it all.

imagine that: a hangover that i remember how i got.

baby steps...baby steps...

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schlameel! schlmazzle! hasenpheffer incorporated!

well, tomorrow is the day.

shirley phelps-roper is coming to new york to hound the pope, and we will finally meet "phace-to-phace." (for those who don't know what i'm talking about, click here to learn all about my love/hate relationship (i love, they hate) with the notorious anti-gay phelps family.)

what brings us together?

ornate millinery, of course!



shirley and co. are on their way into nyc right now to picket the old guy in the funny hat. cuz he hates fags too. wait. that's not right. cuz he is a fag. no. that's not it either. i think it has to do with, well, i'm not sure.

oh wait, i know why they're in town...CAMERAS! you know the scripture: "Wherever two or more of you gather in my name, make sure there is press coverage."

never get between the phelps and a camera. but that's why i like them. they give homophobia a bad name and the more people see of them, the less likely they are to agree with them.

shirley and i been emailing quite a bit lately. perhaps you've seen the news that the phelps are in danger of losing their homes and church. both shirley and her sister have to come up with over a hundred thousand dollars each to remain free on bail during their appeal of the maryland case against them. (they were sued by the family of a soldier whose funeral the phelps picketed.)

of course, though, shirley remains upbeat through it all, convinced that their persecution is another sign of our country's moral failings. i'm glad shirley's in a good mood...because the better mood she's in, the more pickets they do.

and in a way, the case against them might be a failing of our country. as abhorrent as i find their funeral protests, as a writer i cringe whenever i see freedom of speech challenged. something for us all to consider at least.

shirley and i will be filming a joint interview for "CBS News on LOGO" tomorrow afternoon. i'm not sure of the airtime, but it might turn up on logo's website.

we will have another joint interview on SIRIUS satellite radio's OUT Q's Michelangelo Signorile Show. we should be live on the show sometime between 3 and 4pm. if you don't have sirius, i believe there is a way to sample listen online.

wish me luck, and an even keel.

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did someone order the philly?

don't ever say i'm not obsequious...


WEDNESDAY JUNE 4, PHILADELPHIA, PA
Giovanni's Room
@5:00 PM, 345 South 12th Street

p.s. be sure to go say "thank you" to uncle harper perennial who pays the bills!

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TOUR DATES!

oh god. i'm going to be innundating y'all now with book stuff for the next month. i apologize in advance. gone are the cute goat videos. gone are the wistful blogs about how my garden grows. now?...BLAM BLAM BLAM...nonstop book stuff.

oh wait. there will be a couple of surprises this month...like...getting to finally find out who my mysterious "b." is.

but that'll come later. for now, *sigh*, more book news.

my tour has been announced! i guess the big news is that I'm going to be spending a good chunk of the tour appearing with James Frey who's new novel, Bright Shiny Morning.., releases the same day mine does.

now i know i took a lot of flack from some of you last go around when emotions were running high about james, but he and his wife are old, good friends of mine and whatever else people might think about him...he's one helluva writer. and the new book, i think, is really epic.

and then there's the fact that he brings in mofo HUGE crowds.

so herez the deets (you like when i talk street, don't you?) :


Josh Kilmer-Purcell
Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.)..

TUESDAY MAY 13, NEW YORK, NY
Blender Theater (Event with James Frey)
@ 7:30 pm, 127 E 23rd St



THURSDAY MAY 15, LOS ANGELES, CA
Whisky A Go Go (Event with James Frey)
@ 7:30 pm, 8901 Sunset Blvd



FRIDAY MAY 16, SAN FRANCISCO, CA
Slim's San Francisco (Event with James Frey)
@ 7:30 pm, 333 11th St



SATURDAY MAY 17, CORTE MADERA, CA
Book Passage (Event with James Frey)
@ 1:00 pm, 51 Tamal Vista Blvd.



MONDAY MAY 19, SEATTLE, WA
Seattle Town Hall (Event with James Frey)
@ 7:30 pm, 1119 8th Avenue



WEDNESDAY MAY 21, PORTLAND, OR
Bagdad Theatre (Event with James Frey)
@ 7:30 pm, 3702 S.E. Hawthorne Blvd.



WEDNESDAY MAY 28, ATLANTA, GA
Outwrite Books
@ 8:00 pm, 991 Piedmont Avenue



THURSDAY MAY 29, CHICAGO, IL
Borders Books and Music
@ 7:30 pm, 2817 N. Clark Street



FRIDAY MAY 30, MILWAUKEE, WI
Harry W. Schwartz Bookshop
@7:00 pm, 2559 N. Downer Ave.



TUESDAY JUNE 3, NEW YORK, NY
Borders Books and Music
@7:00 pm, 10 Columbus Circle



WEDNESDAY JUNE 4, PHILADELPHIA, PA
Giovanni's Room
@5:00 PM, 345 South 12th Street



WEDNESDAY JUNE 25, NEW YORK, NY
Word for Word at Bryant Park
@12:30pm, 500 Fifth Avenue

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just over one week! plus new bookplates are ready...

that’s right...there’s just over one week left to enter the Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.) video contest...

click here to refresh yourself.

email me at iamnotmyself@mac.com after you’ve entererd so that i can follow up with you. entries are due by april 16th.

also, harpercollins has introduced an entirely automated book plate robot...except for the signing part. that’s still up to me until i invent my own robot...WHO. WILL. RULE. THE. WORLD!!!!

if you want to get your new bookplate in time for the release of CANDY, please sign up here. the robot will take it from there. well, she’ll take it from there to me, where i’ll sign until my hand falls off.

xojkp

BREAKING NEWS...what? what’s that? did someone say that there was an extra special celebrity cameo in the CANDY EVERYBODY WANTS video? not me...no, i didn’t say that. you didn’t hear that from me.

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"CANDY" SNEAK PEEK + 1st HUGE CONTEST.

HarperCollins is pre-releasing a sneak peek of the first chapter of Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.).. just for my peeps! You’re the first to know about it, and can read it here.

And to celebrate the May 13th launch of Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.).., Harper Perennial and I are throwing a HUGE SUMMER READING CONTEST. And since I know you guys all too well, let’s start with what’s important....the PRIZES:

TEN LUCKY FINALISTS will receive a personalized autographed copy of Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.)..

In addition THREE GRAND PRIZE winners get AN ENTIRE SUMMER’S WORTH OF BEACH READING!! Yep, three top winners will recieve the following five great summer books:

SUMMER OF NAKED SWIM PARTIES by Jessica Anya Blau
DANDY IN THE UNDERWORLD, by Sebastian Horsley
PRETTY LITTLE MISTAKES by Heather McElhatton
SUSPENSION by Robert Westfield
SHARP TEETH by Toby Barlow

This contest is gonna be fun, for everyone. Cuz there’s hilarious surprises all along, and you get the chance to be FAMOUS!!!!!!

How to play? Simple. If you’ve already read the sneak peek of the first chapter of Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.).., you know that the story begins in Oconomowoc Wisconsin in 1981. A fifteen year old gay boy is desperately trying to escape his small town life and become a huge Hollywood celebrity. (I swear to god this is fiction.)

His solution is to film a pilot episode of a primetime soap opera that he creates, writes, directs, and stars in himself – in his own backyard. He’s actually his own costars as well, since, given the lack of other potential celebrities in Oconocomowoc Wisconsin, he has to play almost all of the roles himself. Even the female ones. In drag, of course. (It’s fiction. Really.)

The name of his soap opera creation?

"DALLASTY!: Oconomowoc Landing."

Where do you fit in to all this?

Well, it’s now YOUR TURN to be a star!

You get to appear in the NEWLY DISCOVERED ’LOST EPISODE’ CLIFFHANGER OF "DALLASTY!"

Yes, YOU!

The script for the lost episode is pasted below. Your task is to film yourself on your computer camera (or video camera) PLAYING EVERY ROLE YOURSELF. I will then take the best entries and edit them together to make the complete ’Lost Episode.’ You don’t even have to get too techno-fancy...just do it on your computer’s chat camera at your desk or kitchen counter or sofa or wherever. You just have to be UBER-DRAMATIC. (I know you have it in you.)

Again, you have to read all the parts yourself, in order, and in character....LOTS of character. Put on wigs if you want. Dress like a 1980’s celebrity. Or just be your over-the-top self.

If you want to get started, click here to read the Official Rules (this contest is so fun we had to get lawyers involved and there are lots of important details) and to complete the ENTRY FORM. You have to cut and paste the entry form into an email sent to iamnotmyself@mac.com for me to know that you’ve video’d yourself and uploaded the video to your myspace account.

I’ll take it from there, my pretties. The final edited video will be a featured MYSPACE BLOG entry. I may also feature a few entries in my own blog as I receive them. Which means thousands of people will get to watch you shine, you star you.

Each of the finalists will receive a signed copy of Candy Everybody Wants (P.S.)... And my editor and I will decide which of the top three videos tap into the 1980’s primetime soap opera vibe the best. Those three will win AN ENTIRE SUMMER’S WORTH OF BEACH READING.

CONTEST STARTS: APRIL 2, 2008 ( 12:00 a.m. PST)
CONTEST DEADLINE: APRIL 16, 2008 ( 11:59 p.m. PST).
WINNERS ANNOUNCED: MAY 13, 2008.

IMPORTANT LEGAL STUFF: Do not wear any wardrobe that has visible logos, or have any object appear in the background of your video with a logo on it. Do not use music, or have music playing in the background of your video. Do not use any prop that contains a likeness of a celebrity or personality. By submitting your video entry, , you are releasing all rights in your video to myself and HarperCollins to use your video and likeness in a variety of ways including to promote CANDY EVERYBODY WANTS. See OFFICIAL RULES for all the details.
GOOD LUCK!!!!!

Here’s the script. Be sure you read/act all roles in sequence....annnnd ACTION!!!!:




TITLE: "DALLASTY!! OCONOMOWOC LANDING"

FANNIE RAE EWING: Finally! I have you right where I want you, JB Ewing! There’s no escaping me now.

JB EWING: You’ll never get away with this you know. There are too many people here at the Castor Oil Barons’ Ball.

FANNIE RAE EWING: Oh, I think I will.

JB EWING: No you won’t.

FANNIE RAE EWING: Will.

JB: Won’t.

FANNIE RAE EWING: Will.

JB: Won’t

FANNIE RAE EWING: "Will"…times infinity plus one.

AMETHYST CARRINGTON: Not so fast!

FANNIE RAE EWING: Amethyst Carrington! But…but…you’re dead!

AMETHYST CARRINGTON: Don’t you just wish I were. Then I couldn’t talk.

FANNIE RAE EWING: [feigning ignorance] I…I…don’t know what you’re talking about.

SALLY ELLEN EWING: Maybe I can help.

FANNIE RAE EWING: Sally Ellen!

AMETHYST CARRINGTON: Sally Ellen!

JB EWING: Who are you?

FANNIE RAE EWING: What? Do you have amnesia or something?

JB EWING: As a matter of fact, I think I do in this episode.

SALLY ELLEN EWING: Well maybe this’ll jog your memory. [HOLDS UP LARGE KNIFE.]

FANNIE RAE EWING: [gasps] The Rumakian Bar Mitzvah Massacre Knife!

DIRK BARNINGTON: Go ahead, kill everyone else. But you can’t kill me.

FANNIE RAE EWING: Why the hell not?

DIRK BARNINGTON: Because…because, I love you.

AMETHYST CARRINGTON: Me?

JB EWING: No, her.

FANNIE RAE EWING: Me?

DIRK BARNINGTON: No. her.

SALLY ELLEN EWING: Me?

FANNIE RAE EWING: Her?

DIRK BARNINGTON: YES HER.

FANNIE RAE EWING: But I thought..that…you’re, uh, you know…not a ladies man.

DIRK BARNINGTON: That was just for the very special episode. This is the cliffhanger.

BUBBA EWING: You don’t love me anymore, Dirk?

DIRK BARNINGTON: Nope

BUBBA EWING: Then I’m going to kill you!…

MISS BELLE: Boys. Boys. Enough with the killing.

FANNIE RAE EWING; Miss Belle!?! Where did you come from ?

MISS BELLE: From the hospital. Where I gave birth to evil twins.

FANNIE RAE EWING: They’re both evil?

MISS BELLE: Hard to tell. They were switched at birth.

DUKE EWING: That’s because they’re rightfully MINE.

FANNIE RAE EWING: [Gasps again.] Duke Ewing! But you only existed in the dream season!

DUKE EWING: In your nightmares, yes.

FANNIE RAE EWING: That doesn’t make any sense.

VALKARIE EWING: That’s because you’re drunk again.

JB EWING: [Gasps] Valkarie Ewing!

MISS BELLE: [Gasps]

SALLY ELLEN EWING: [Gasps]

DIRK BARNINGTON: [Gasps]

BUBBA EWING: [Gasps.]

AMETHYST CARRINGTON: [Gasps]

DUKE EWING: [Gasps]

FANNIE RAE EWING: [Begins to gasp, but has grown tired of it.] Oh whatever. Hi.

VALKARIE EWING: In fact you’re all drunk. DRUNK WITH POWER! But now I control 49% of Ewington Castor Oil.

BUBBA EWING: 49%? But who owns the remaining [counts on fingers] 51%?

THERESA: [Diabolical laughter] HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

FANNIE RAE EWING: Theresa? Why do you have a speaking part? You’re only the maid.

THERESA: Yes, but now I own the majority stake in Ewington Castor Oil!

FANNIE RAE EWING: This doesn’t seem plausible. If you really owned 51% of Ewington Castor Oil, you wouldn’t still be serving us drinks.

THERESA: I WOULD IF I HAD PUT POISON IN ALL OF THEM!!!

FANNIE RAE EWING: Oh $!@%!.

ONE BY ONE EACH CHARACTER EMOTES A LONG, PROTRACTED DEATH SCENE. AD LIBBING IS PERMITTED. SIP FROM A "POISONOUS" DRINK. THROW IT AT THE "CAMERA." SHOOT YOURSELF WITH A WATER PISTOL. THE ONLY MANDATORY IS THAT EACH "DEATH" SHOULD END WITH VICTIM KEELING OVER DEAD.

FANNIE RAE GOES LAST. AS SHE DIES, SHE DROPS HER HEAD DOWN ONTO THE DESK IN FRONT OF HER.

THERESA: I can see my work here is done.

CAMERA RETURNS TO FANNIE RAE’S LIFELESS BODY. AFTER A MOMENT, SHE LIFTS HER HEAD AND STARES DIRECTLY INTO CAMERA.

FANNIE RAE EWING: Or is it?….

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House of Not-so-much Mirth

many of you might remember last summer when i blogged through the tears about the passing of my seventeen-year-old cat "edith odessa marie-marie."



you guys left so many nice messages and i was very, very touched.

the name "edith" came from "edith wharton." i was studying wharton at the time, and wound up writing my (admittedly hackneyed) senior thesis on her. I’ve always loved wharton. she seemed, to me, like the danielle steele of her era...only talented. she led a pretty fascinating life as well.

someone forwarded me a link to the website of "the mount," which was wharton’s famous home in lenox massachusetts.

b. and i made a pilgrimage there several years ago. it’s restoration was really a labor of love for some dedicated fans.

unfortunately, the mount is in dire financial straits.

it will likely be foreclosed upon within the month.

i know there are many worthy worthy causes out there, but if any of you are wharton fans like i am, maybe you could spare a few dollars for them.

it seems unlikely that they will reach their goal, but they are accepting pledges which won’t be charged unless they successfully raise the money they need. which seems pretty honorable to me. then again, if you can’t expect propriety from an edith wharton charity, well...

MOST IMPORTANTLY...could you do your bit to send around this link to SAVE "THE MOUNT"? while they are an ernestly literary bunch, i don’t think they have the vast fundraising marketing skills that they probably need. but we can try, can’t we? i’ve always had faith in the underdog. or under-cat, as the case may be.

both i and edith odessa marie-marie thank you.

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