The New Yorker Festival is two weeks away, but there are still tickets available to some of the events:
Friday, October 6:
Fiction Night
Monica Ali and Aleksandar Hemon
7 p.m. Ailey Citigroup Theatre 405 West 55th StreetAntonya Nelson and Thomas McGuane
7 p.m. Anthology Film Archives 32 Second AvenueAndrea Lee and T. Coraghessan Boyle
9:30 p.m. Cedar Lake Dance Studios 547 West 26th StreetA NewYorker Dance Party, hosted by Sasha Frere-Jones, with special guest d.j. Michael Mayer.
10 p.m. to 2 a.m. T New York 240 West 52nd StreetSaturday, October 8 :
Global Warming Confronting climate change, with James Hansen, Martin Hoffert, Robert Socolow, and Timothy E. Wirth. Elizabeth Kolbert, moderator
10 a.m. 37 Arts 450 West 37th StreetAnthony Lane: This is Not Acting: Ava Gardner and the Mysteries of Stardom
1 p.m. 37 Arts 450 West 37th Street[More below]
A poetry reading by John Ashbery Contrapuntal verse 4 p.m. Florence Gould Hall French Institute Alliance Française 55 East 59th Street (Tickets are also available at the F.I.A.F. box office.)We personally would recommend Anthony Lane's talk about Ava Gardner (his reviews are so arch and British, and Ava Gardner wasn't much of an actress), the climate change talk, and the any of the Fiction night offerings.Lawrence Wright: “My Trip to Al-Qaeda”
8:30 p.m. 37 Arts 450 West 37th StreetMusician Gustavo Santaolalla talks with Jon Lee Anderson: A Conversation with Music Cultural fusion (Santaolalla received an Oscar for his Brokeback Mountain score)
10 p.m. Cedar Lake Dance Studios 547 West 26th StreetSunday, October 8
Mohammed Naseehu Ali: Blinding the Seer: Our Love / Hate Relationship with Prophets
10 a.m. 37 Arts 450 West 37th Street





That sounds like a fun get together. Too bad I'll be out of town for that.
I've just been staying at home not getting anything done. I've basically been doing nothing worth mentioning. My life's been pretty unremarkable these days. Eh.
Not much on my mind. I don't care. I've just been letting everything happen without me , but shrug. Whatever. I feel like a void.
I just don't have anything to say right now. I haven't been up to anything recently, but it's not important. I've just been sitting around waiting for something to happen, but shrug.
I just don't have much to say these days, but so it goes. Today was a total loss. I guess it doesn't bother me.