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Hi, I'm Jami Attenberg. I write books, and much, much more. My fourth book, The Middlesteins, came out in 2012. You can order it here or here. My fifth book, Saint Mazie, will be published in 2015.

Also I like dogs and fighting crime.

This is the fifth place to find me on the internet. Please don't tell me I need a sixth.

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When Sid met three time Jeopardy winner/yoga enthusiast Neal Pollack.

coketalk:

Holy fucking shit, you guys. I’m currently in Salt Lake City on a layover. Here’s what Tinder looks like in Mormon country.

(There is so much comedic gold lurking in that app. As someone who travels a lot, I love what Tinder reveals to me about mating rituals from region to region. It’s like some grand and ridiculous sociological experiment with the potential to reward me with either good sex or great stories.)

100 percent share this fascination. I want to do an essay about Tinder next time I go on book tour.

I think this is from my 8th grade graduation. 198something. Miami Vice. Duran Duran. I vaguely remember there being some rule that we we weren’t allowed to wear hats to graduation and me fighting the man on that rule. Hat fascism. Can you imagine. Look how cute my mom is though.

I think this is from my 8th grade graduation. 198something. Miami Vice. Duran Duran. I vaguely remember there being some rule that we we weren’t allowed to wear hats to graduation and me fighting the man on that rule. Hat fascism. Can you imagine. Look how cute my mom is though.

While I waited at the coffee shop for my morning nectar to arrive, I studied the daily horoscope clipped to the back of the espresso machine. A woman walked up behind me and squinted at it. She was blonde, elegant, thin, and smiling. “It’s my birthday today so I guess I should read it,” she said. “But I’m so old I’m going blind.” I skimmed it, and skipped the part about chaos, and just read her the last line about going with the flow. “Uh oh,” she said.  “But you know the other day a cab driver told me to just live life. So that’s what I’m going to do.” I wished her a happy birthday, and she left, off to live life.

I am pretty sure there are two kinds of people in this world: Those who take life advice from horoscopes and cab drivers, and those who don’t. Guess which one I am.

The usual places.

I’m having one of those days where nothing feels feminist enough for me.

You are perfect to me.

Taking an art day.