On Sunday night, Denis and I were in the city to attend the Tribeca Film Festival premeire of the documentary Burn.  Burn tells the story of a firehouse in Detroit, a city where the population is dwindling drastically and poverty abounds.  There are thousands of vacant buildings left behind by former auto workers and others who had to move elsewhere to look for jobs.  Their abandoned homes are either vacant or are squalid shelters for homeless people and drug addicts.  Every day, the firefighters featured in the film, put out up to a dozen fires, sometimes more.

If, during the past month, you have tried to email me at the [email protected] address, which is the address on the “Contact Ann” tab, I regret to inform you that your email has been lost. Why? You’ll have to ask GO FUC%ING DADDY!

I have just spent an hour trying to sort out why I have not been receiving emails at that address and it turns out that the account expired a month ago, but I was not informed properly. SO (deep cleansing breath)… now…. (sob), they are trying to retrieve my lost emails (shuddering gasp) but they aren’t offering much hope (honk).

Geese, Eyesore

Yesterday I went into the city to meet Paul Hochman, the Director of Social Media at St. Martin’s Press.  My editor, Brenda Copeland, wanted Paul and I to discuss ways to use social media to market my new book.

Tulips, Park Avenue

So, as I was saying yesterday, I parked my car in a garage in Manhattan on Wednesday, but when I went to retrieve it, I wasn’t sure which garage I had parked it in. So, I had to dig through my voluminous handbag in search of the ticket for the garage.