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Took my daughter AND my cellphone swimming last night.

For the foreseeable future, your calls will not be returned.

And yes, although I appreciate all the tips I’m getting, I’ve tried all the tricks (including the ones that rescued it last time, when I put it in the clothes washer), but it refuses to resurrect.

Spoke at an event in Green Bay and got to meet a guy named Guy, which was fun because thanks to Guy, the new paperback version of Coop contains two less [fewer] errors than the hardcover.

Guy’s a professional, and on page 117 of the Coop hardcover, he suggested the following change:

[an extraneous "is" six lines up from the bottom of the page] This is only forces her…

On page 335 he suggested the following change:

[top line] …often enough now that it sometimes it takes me…

Done, and done.

Thanks, Guy, and nice to meet you the other night.

As regular visitors know, I happily post my oopses.  As long as everyone remains civil.

For a sampling of other errors, flick back and forth through the Oops! tag  pages.

Here’s a link to The Morning Blend interview I did with Molly and Tiffany.  First TV stop of the Coop paperback tour.  The baby food reference at the end was related to the preceding piece in which there was discussion of Jennifer Aniston’s legs and “baby food diet”.  Good luck with that.

Also of interest to me, if no one else.  On shows like this, you have a brief amount of time to tell as much of the story as you can.  Plus, it’s early.  So I tend to go a mile-a-minute even though 30 minutes previous I was groggily bumping around a dark hotel room.   This leads to mental fuzz.  Note how I mention that the coop wasn’t finished before the first egg came; then note how I speak of my daughter going to the coop to find that first egg.  Now I’ve got to go back and check the book and see what part of that quote is accurate.  Sheesh.  Glad I wasn’t testifying before Congress.

Read and spoke at the local Unitarian Universalist Church today.  About faith, shaken faith, wandering versus seeking, the idea of universal humility, and how our spiritual foundations shape us long after we leave the house.  I also spoke of my gratitude for my children (their presence forces me to examine my heart on a daily basis) and my parents (their faithful example influences me always, even though some might not see it).  I would add my wife, who endures my wobbly-headed ways.

Thank you to the local congregation for the invitation.  It was a blessing to be surrounded by thoughtful folks open to a multitude of perspectives.

As a side note, because of the nature of the discussion (frankly, I feel in way over my head with these things and suspect I operate at the theological equivalent of a late-night freshman dorm room chat), I was more nervous at the podium than I have been in a long time.  This led to one of the most eye-widening “misspeaks” of my career.  While attempting to read the following line from Coop,

…an itinerant evangelist showed up late for gospel meeting and crept into the back row…

I got tongue-tied and said “crapped” instead of “crept.”

Hoooo.  I’m a guy who’s not ashamed to go for a laugh (oh, and it got one!), but that one left me red-faced.

I recently rediscovered a note I wrote to someone about the fact that in both the book Truck and on the next Long Beds album, I mention “Seven A.M.”, a painting by Dennis Hopper.

Um.

That’d be Edward.

Wonder how many times I’ve done that.

Not that Dennis (currently very ill) can’t paint…