I Love Ninkasi. And the New Yorker. But Not Fake Memoirs.
Oh, lord. I wrote a whole blog. And then I hit preview. And then I forgot to post. I'm too tired. In short:
1. Ninkasi now comes in bottles! And the Mercury blogged it first. Good for them. I thoroughly enjoyed drinking some Believer while watching the Ducks squeak past OSU on Sunday. And I wondered aloud whether they might be among the first breweries to include their MySpace page on their labels...
2. Last week, Suzi sent me a link to a story in The New York Times about a memoir by a writer who lives in Eugene. This was interesting, but annoying, because while I'd gotten the book, neither the book flap nor the press materials had mentioned this fact. Well, as it turns out, it was sort of irrelevant, because "none of it is true":
Margaret B. Jones is a pseudonym for Margaret Seltzer, who is all white and grew up in the well-to-do Sherman Oaks section of Los Angeles, in the San Fernando Valley, with her biological family. She graduated from the Campbell Hall School, a private Episcopal day school in the North Hollywood neighborhood. She has never lived with a foster family, nor did she run drugs for any gang members. Nor did she graduate from the University of Oregon, as she had claimed.
All I can do here is sigh.
3. Someone will doubtless think I'm gloating, but I seriously think it's awesome that my counterpart (and friend) over at the R-G wound up in the New Yorker's Correction of the Week. I love it even more because when I read the press release in question, I saw it the same way. As Randy Stapilus notes in his quote from the magazine,
< blockquote >An item about a Thursday event at Diabloâ€™s featuring four women DJs on Page 8 of Fridayâ€™s edition incorrectly identified DJ KaatScratch as transgendered. She describes herself musically as â€˜transgenred.â€™â€
Three cheers to the most entertaining misreads being noticed by the whole world out there.