I’ll be running around in circles at the Jacob Javits Center for the next few days. Will be speaking this Thursday, May 28 at Publishing University at the Roosevelt Hotel at 10:30 am. “How to Get the Most Out of Your Publicity Dollars.” Come play!
Here’s our amazing line-up of authors at BEA, Booth #2559:
Also have a look at the lead on NY Post’s PAGE 6 yesterday, what a hoot:
(Sorry, my “linky” thing’s not working)
I’ll be blogging you soon!
Send me your comments and ideas. I’m hungry for them.
You know how I’m always bragging about my (rented) penthouse “up high on the 15th floor?” My ivory tower, my paradise in the sky, where the temperature is cooler and the wind more whistle-y? Today I was humbled when I visited my dear friend Fredda at her new (rented) digs at the Icon Brickell building in downtown Miami.
Let me put it this way, the lower penthouse in her building is floor number 57. HER non-penthouse apartment with a majestic view of the Miami River and the enchanted Miami Circle is on floor 27. Why, I’m practically in the basement next to this towering Arcquitectonica structure styled by Phillipe Starck.
As Fredda puts it, it’s like South Beach’s renowned Delano Hotel on steroids!
You won’t have to imagine how fabulous this building is. I’m including a link to a photo album in my brand new Flickr account.
After keeping my vertigo in check while attending to the view from her terrace, we wandered, iphone camera in hand, about the building snooping through the spa, the gym, the screening room and the totally surreal lobby. And to top it off, or rather to put a bottom on things, this skyscaping rectangular glass tower sits upon gigantic, bulbous heads. Not quite tiki heads, but definitely cousins of the Polynesian totem. Humongous heads made of smooth stone, some with eyes that look right through you, some a very eerie shade of green. I’m guessing they’re modern art versions of Native American noggins since the Miami Circle sits beside the building or rather, the building sits beside the Miami Circle. It is believed to have been the location of a structure, built by the Tequesta Indians and has a lot of mystery attached to it. (That was one of the attractions of the building for my mystery-loving friend, Fredda).
In addition to our photo-exploration of the Icon Brickell, we shot down to Coconut Grove and saw Star Trek. I’m sure you’re getting a feel for the surreal quality of the day. Not having been a Trekkie, or even someone who watched the show a little, I found myself lost in space with the Star Trek cast. In a good way, that is.
The movie was thoroughly engaging. I didn’t feel my body parts even once (my measure of a less than stellar movie) and noticed that the movie didn’t wear off for a while after. It actually took a few minutes and some Indian fry bread at the Cheesecake Factory to bring me back. (Do you notice a theme here??)
I didn’t realize until the credits that Wynona Ryder, long missing from the silver screen since her department store debacle, played Spock’s mom. Nice to see her, even though I didn’t recognize her. And, Leonard Nimoy’s part was reassuring. For the authenticity factor, I mean. I’ve been a fan of his more for his masterful narration of classic Jewish stories on the radio. Not very Spock-like I know, but masterful, nonetheless.
Space travel and the whimsy of Phillipe Starck made for a memorable day.
What does this have to do with books? Little, really, but it did inspire some writing. That counts, right? (Remember, the “beyond” in my blog’s title??? My license to stray)
It’s Memorial Day weekend. It’s time for my brain to take a break from the usual mental fodder of the week. I will say that I’m using some of my weekend time to learn some of the books that will be featured at BEA next week. Brushing up on Jane Velez-Mitchell and Mary Jo Buttafuoco. A little Hannah Friedman, too.
And, I’m liking it.
See you round the bookshelves! Enjoy YOUR time this weekend, too.Comments (0)