We went to Maxi Kim's reading at the Smell last night, for One Break, a Thousand Blows,  and it was excellent. Well-orchestrated performance, theoretical commentary, and heat so moist and dense I almost fainted into my pie. Tasty, tasty pie.

Curiousity is piqued, now, I'll have to order the book.

The next morning, dear Liza got out, so we have been turning things topsy turvy to find her. I'm pretty sure she's behind the bookcase.