Month: July 2012

Optional bonus question: What are your favorite and least favorite sounds? Did you ever have a job where you got to hear your favorite sound(s)?   There’s nothing better than hearing my partner Elivi play the flute while I read and write. It’s a very cool thing to share a small apartment with a classical musician. […]

What would be your ideal meal to eat on a wide, deteriorating balcony overlooking misshapen live oak branches, in the middle of a hot New Orleans summertime? What time of day would you suggest partaking of this meal? (It’s low 70′s in the morning and high 90′s by afternoon.) If we’re working with the sad assumption that […]

Is there a time in your life you could have used a Nola studiola? (alone, in New Orleans, semi off-the-grid, unemployed) What’s one thing you’d be sure to do if you were ensconced in my Nola studiola? I love that you’re finding a place to focus on your writing life. That’s wonderful. I could use […]

What fruit and what vegetable each deserve a week-long celebration? Please explain. The rutabaga requires no explanation. AB: Fair enough. Winn Dixie sells them–a lot of them. They have a waxy outer covering, and the texture is sort of like a turnip.  (sneaking up on the rutabaga) I made a rutabaga relish, using the same […]

The other day, a guy carried his laptop and kept his head phones on when he went to the bathroom. And, it didn’t help my imagination that when he emerged from the restroom, he carried his laptop OPEN, as if he had (obvious leap here for yours truly) been wanking off to porn on his […]

How do you feel when you start a new project? When are you afraid? How does it feel different from being in the midst of a project, and at the end of a finished project? Starting a new project is the most liberating sensation in the world. Now, I’m an absolute maniac for revision. Revision […]

  Nola Studiola: What makes you laugh? I could watch “The Three Stooges” all day long. Maybe it’s a sign of my age, but this past winter I spent one of the best New Years Eves of my life in my parents’ living room near Cape May, New Jersey watching episode after episode of “The […]

Get out your cornichons and your goat cheddar, folks, because this introduction has heft. I met Andrew Ervin on the bottom of the front stairwell in the Old President’s House, a soon to be partially demolished former home of the Southern Review in 2009 ish in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, when sweet olive trees were pumping […]

Here are a couple of things in store for Nola Studiola readers in the coming weeks…. One, someone will chase a bat. Two, my undies will live in the freezer. Yup.