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(noun) An explanation or critical interpretation.
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wTuesday, October 14, 2003 |
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It's still hard to believe that I met the Naked Chef, Jamie Oliver, himself! I got so excited in the car ride home that my friend almost drove off the road. He was friendly and sweet as usual but unfortunately he didn't get to interact with the crowd much. The people at Bookends announced that there would be no personalization during the book-signing and there was someone there to pull you away if you spent more than 15 seconds with him. Of course I had to be the exception to the rule so when it was my turn to get my books signed, I turned on the motor-mouth and explained to him that my sister was a nutritionist and scared of fat so would he please write in the book that fats are okay. He seemed amused by my frantic behaviour and made me repeat everything again. The woman in charge of keeping the line moving almost got her hands on me, but not before Jamie wrote "Fats OK!" in one of my books and took a picture with me! I was soooo happy! :)
Then the next day he was at the Barnes & Noble at Union Square so I got off work just in time to attend his Q&A session. I was undecided about lining up for the book signing since I really wanted to talk to him again but didn't know if by doing so, I would be an official stalker. Since the line was surprisingly reasonable, I took my chances and got Happy Days for him to sign. He wanted to stop taking pictures about 1/2 and hour into it, but that didn't stop certain persistent people from shoving a camera in his face. He was a good sport about it but I decided that I wouldn't push my luck. When it was my turn to get my book signed, he saw my England jersey and said,
"Hey, football fan. Arsenal is it?"
I had to break it to him that it was the national team's shirt and mentioned that I had seen him the night before. An assistant standing next to him said that she recognized me. Then I said,
"I was going to ask you something last night but the people there wouldn't let me. I was just going to ask that, for your next book, could you please include more recipes that didn't have cheese in them?"
Again he found me amusing and humored me saying,
"What? you don't like cheese?"
"Well, I never learned to love it the way you do."
"You know what you can do..." he lowered his voice as he said this as if he was about to impart some guarded secret so I leaned in and he continued, "leave it out."
"But you can't do that for all the recipes!"
"I know, but you know what? I'm just a cheesy guy."
"I know. I love your show and thanks for signing my book."
Then outside, I saw Genaro and got him to sign my book too! He was super sweet and polite. When I told him how I've been inspired to make my own pasta he instructed me on how to cook it with olive oil, some herbs, and a sprinkling of cheese. I thought it best to spare him my anti-cheese rant.
Another happy day.
posted by
Angie at 11:50 PM
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wThursday, October 02, 2003 |
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My roommate had sang the praises of Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris over a year ago and I finally read it this past summer. It's been a while since I last laughed so hard while reading. Unsurprisingly, I wasted no time in getting tickets when I found out that he was going to speak at NJPAC this fall. Strapping on her sneakers and twitching with excitement (literally!), Syryna gamely agreed to come along for the ride. Tonight was the performance and to be honest, I didn't really know what to expect. His voice was somewhat delicate yet it managed to pack the punch that was needed for his side-splitting expositions on his experiences. He read about 4 or 5 selections, some already published and others were going to be in his next book. Being that I had only read one of his books, they were all new stories to me, each one not failing to find its way to my funny bone. There was an interesting Q&A section at the end where he fondly describes Paris as a big ashtray and then he had a book signing in the lobby. I had bought a copy of Naked the night before for him to sign and it was only 2 hours after the fact that I realized he had drawn what could only be breasts in my book! I thought breasts were to gay men what garlic was to vampires?! Anyway, it was a thoroughly entertaining night, pornography in my book or not.
posted by
Angie at 11:48 PM
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