Canadians are very well behaved, they don’t throw their food.
I’ve written three books you could think of as memoirs.
I don’t think I’ve ever read a food piece or a food book.
I don’t mind being interviewed on television or radio.
There’s always a source for humor.
Being on a book tour is a lot easier than reporting.
I don’t cook. I don’t know anything about food. I’ve never reviewed a restaurant.
I’ve always thought that parallel parking was my main talent.
I do remember in high school I wanted to be a disc jockey.
What campaigns are for is weeding out the people who, for one way or another, weren’t making it for the long haul.
The food in such places is so tasteless because the members associate spices and garlic with just the sort of people they’re trying to keep out.
People, not just reporters, are more interested in politics than in government, so the actual issues wouldn’t be something that interested them.
The question about those aromatic advertisements that perfume companies are having stitched into magazines these days is this: under the freedoms guaranteed by the First Amendment, is smelling up the place a constitutionally protected form of expression?
What interests me is what you might call vernacular writing, writing that connects you to a place.
With humor, it’s so subjective that trying to think of what the ideal reader would think would drive you crazy.