Well, not really.
I did get a letter published in New York Magazine this week, the one with the stupid restaurant star ratings on the cover, and they took out all the charming parts. You can buy New York Magazine in newsstands right now and frame the letter for posterity, or for the full version of my epistolary masterpiece, click on the title.
I promptly got a call from the president of The New York Atheists (no, it's not a hockey team). How he got my number, God only knows. What he wants from me, I shudder to think, but I feel honored regardless.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
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