Me @ In the Flesh. Photo courtesy of Brian Van

My lastest podcast is up here - actually my last five podcasts (the ones not on my press page) are up here too. The last one is me reading the two stories that I read at In the Flesh last week. Unfortunately they aren’t read with the same exuberance and enthusiasm that I had last Wednesday night, but that’s because I read them basically to my cat and my kitchen table early this morning (I know, no excuse). The first story was apparently more depressing than I wanted it to be, but my story on sploshing was met with lots of laughs. Like I said, you won’t hear them here - the laughs that is, but that’s because this is a remake of the original evening. This is a “just in case you couldn’t be there” sort of moment.

I was kind of obsessed this weekend with a story (and follow up article) from the NY Times. It’s the one about the three month old baby who died in her mother’s bucket of vomit (and water and cleaning fluid). Yeah, she apparently fell off of her drunk mother’s stomach while sleeping and landed head down in the bucket. It’s so strange it almost sounds like it can’t be true. But it is. Here’s a snippet:

By THE NEW YORK TIMES
Published: September 22, 2006
A Harlem mother was arrested yesterday after her 3-month-old daughter accidentally drowned in a bucket of the mother