The continually-evolving assault on apathy moves to the KGB lit club in New York tonight, January 7, in the middle of a really nasty freeze. My apartment in Philly is cold, I don't want to get out of bed, and lots of other things are scattered in my path.
But Jack Womack and Susan Weinstein, two marvelously creative writers, are waiting. I can't wait to hear what they want to read.
If you have to tackle the cold, maybe you should try to get these things:
Chemical boot warmers from the hardware store. I used to wear these when I was conditioning foxhunting horses in the snow. They really work. Just remember to stick them to your socks under the ball of your foot instead of positioning themselves in the toes of your shoes.
Chemical hand warmers too, though they really only work if you have mittens.
Silk longjohns, top and bottom.
Very wooly socks.
Long, ratty woolen overcoat.
Ridiculous hat with fake fur earflaps.
Something to read on the bus.
A song in your heart. Maybe there will be someone you're longing to see at the end of the line.
I'm going to look stupid but this doesn't really matter.