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Second trailer!
Pre-order your copy: Simon & Schuster/Scribner: http://bit.ly/1GRwRJN Amazon: http://amzn.to/1JSoILb Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1F1qp63 Indiebound: http://bit.ly/1sFUWm0 Directed and Produced by: John Early Director of Photography: Alex Fischer Edited by: John Early and Alex Fischer Sound Mixing by: Richard Swor For more information: http://www.isaacoliver.com
First trailer!
Pre-order your copy: Simon & Schuster/Scribner: http://bit.ly/1GRwRJN Amazon: http://amzn.to/1JSoILb Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1F1qp63 Indiebound: http://bit.ly/1sFUWm0 Directed and Produced by: John Early Director of Photography: Alex Fischer Edited by: John Early and Alex Fischer Sound Mixing by: Richard Swor For more information: http://www.isaacoliver.com
Stomach noise
Last week I recorded the audiobook for Intimacy Idiot. Might’ve cried a little in the booth. It was the most real this has felt so far.Â
Huge thanks to Simon & Schuster Audio, specifically Ben Rimalower, Kevin Mazur, Jennifer Lopes, and my gal pal Jason Eagan. It was a total pleasure and a dream come true.
Oh, and sorry about having to re-record everything after lunch each day. I had no idea my stomach was so loud.
BALTIMORE! I'm coming home to you on Wednesday, June 10th at 7:30pm at The Creative Alliance!
Tickets on sale here: http://bit.ly/1DZwZv9
Ticket also just went on sale for PRIDE at The Bell House! Sunday, June 28 at 9pm. More info here. Big Gay Pride show with three ridiculously talented men I love: John Early, Cole Escola, and Hamm Samwich. There’ll be special guests, non-masc fun (sorry, Russell Tovey), and all the proceeds go to benefit SAGE.
My book release show at Joe’s Pub just went on sale!Â
Tickets: http://bit.ly/1y8k2fW
More cities to be announced soon!
Poster by Derek Rippe | Photo by Luke Fontana
Pointing and waving to themselves. This is how the world ends.
Love Poem for the Young Old Man Across from Me on the Subway This Morning
You look like who you’ll be at sixty-five.
This is rare; you are rare, you are a present loosely wrapped in a rumpled blue oxford and, for twine, a caramel braided belt barely associating with your slim hips. The newspaper folded under your arm, the cup of deli coffee long gone cold in your hand, the glasses inching the length of your nose, the book cracked open in your lap -- you hunch over it all like a surgeon, or an appraiser of jewelry. It hasn’t occurred to you to be handsome, and because of this you are, very.
You are your sole inhabitant, and the light on inside of you is the one that you read by. I want to spend my life competing for your attention with books. When I woke up this morning, at 1:30pm, there was a gentleman being interviewed on the radio about his book, a book about climate change and the near future. He said strange little things will begin to change, things we’d never even think of: he said in fifty years it will be so hot that the business suit will go extinct. It frightened me. I am easily frightened these days. I want to go to a planetarium with you, imagine planets we’d treat better than we did ours. I want to ride out our days in quiet car after quiet car, our silence not a cold threat but a screen porch. Our silence not a cold threat but warm like the sun coming in through the train window, feeding not the garden we tend together, for there is no garden we tend together, there are only the gardens we each must tend on our own -- which is solitary and hard -- but every now and then how wonderful, at the end of the day, to turn to the other and say, aren’t I coming along nicely, and look how you’re coming in, and we’ll see what’s ready to be picked and together, try and have a meal.
-- Isaac Oliver
Come on, Porn.
Come on, Porn. It's a job interview but they're barefoot? If you don't care, why should I?
Building crush.
Hi
I’m blogging again after nearly two years away. This blank page feels especially daunting, but ... I’m pushing ahead, because I only have to write one first post and then I can move on.
I’ve been doing this in the meantime:
which resulted in this.
Thanks for joining me here. It’s good to be back.