Tag: ABChao
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worlds colliding
While Evany thinks it’s the coolest thing to excuse out of an art show by saying you’re busy last-minute shopping for a ball gown, I think it’s much more awesome to do all first introductions with people you idolize by shouting, “I HAVE GO BUY COOKING OIL!” And it’s true that only AB would email…
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two ladies from the past
[scripty] AB “HellloooOOoooOOOoo?” PAMIE Hellloooooooo. AB So, this is the worst day ever. PAMIE I’m sorry. AB Cell phone broken. Internet broken. Husband out of town. No food. No wine. You’ve got a dead dog. Worst day ever. PAMIE Yeah, it’s not the best. And I think I’m getting a cold. AB I have no…
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working it.
There’s no easy way to explain this, the amount of work, luck and good fortune that goes into a lovely combination of producer interest, agenting, and studio support. Everybody has to invest time and energy and smarts and faith in creating a new possibility. On the afternoon AB Chao was flying to Los Angeles, hours…
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late-night guests
Well, someone had fun in Los Angeles. I told AB she was really getting to see what my life is like out here, from the boring parts — extremely long shuttle rides from the airport, sitting in coffee shops for long hours, getting phone call updates from me while I’m out at pitch meetings, driving…
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book tour info: los angeles
Tonight, 7:30. Barnes and Noble at The Grove, I’ll be reading from Why Moms Are Weird, answering questions and handing out gifts. Special guests AB Chao and something shiny. [And thank you, Evany, for making these readings sound super-sexy. (By the way, her book makes a very romantic gift.)]
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In Why Moms Are Weird info…
until I have time to write a proper entry… U-Wire calls it an “eccentric read.” I’m not sure what that means.
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book tour info: san francisco
From my inbox: >> > The following event is confirmed: >> > >> > DATE: Thursday, September 7, 2006 >> > TIME: 7pm >> > LOCATION: >> > Borders Books and Music #57 >> > 400 Post Street >> > San Francisco, CA 94102 Union Square, people. The last time I was there, AB and…
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116.
dammit. i had written half of this entry when my browser crashed. i lost everything i had written, which is mostly about how fucking hot it is up in this motherfucker. the dvd player broke today. my computer keeps crashing. the bank outside the coffee shop says it’s 116. it’s hot, people. hot. so hot…
