Who was reading: A young man in a houndstooth scarf and beat-up Chuck Taylors. The laces on his right shoe were so threadbare they were as skinny as headphone cords.
Speaking of Chucks: I just watched this video, and it is so creepy! But I can't put my finger on why. Is the slow, deliberate pace? The knife? The softly undulating shadows? The heavy breathing? And what is the filmmaker trying to say exactly?
The book contains: Sedaris shorts both new and old, jumbled together and wrapped up in shiny holiday packaging, not unlike terrible chocolates in an advent calendar.
One story, entitled "Dinah, the Christmas Whore": calls to mind this now defunct (I think?) blog. But the resemblance doesn't really carry beyond the title.
