First Shameless Plug!
So you know how you guys are always saying to me, “Hey, Jack, when are you going to be a guest “celebrity” judge at a writing competition alongside an editor for the New Yorker and Moby?” I’d say I get asked that question at least five times a day. Well, the answer to that question is TONIGHT. That’s right, this evening I’ll be one of three judges at Opium Magazine’s Sweet Fancy Moses Literary Death-Match.
What qualifies me to be a guest judge at this thing? Absolutely nothing. What will my judging criteria be? I have no idea, but I do know that it will be quite arbitrary. Isn’t Moby an actual celebrity whereas I could only be called a “celebrity” ironically, complete with quotation marks around the word? You’re goddamn right, Chester.
Whatever. This event should be pretty fun. There will be four very talented writers, booze will be served, and it will probably be one of the strangest things to happen to me in recent memory. Plus, as most of my friends know, since I was a child, it’s been my dream to someday judge a reading series, American Idol-style, alongside a whimsical, vegan musician. What more could I ask for?
