Category Archives: Big News

We Hot Hot Hot in Brasil, chico

cover26669Everybody in Brasil loves us. What can I say? It might have something to do with Fernando and Humberto Campana, the Boys from Brazil, as we called them. Click on the book cover to buy your own copy, in ENGLISH.

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Two weeks and things are coming apart

coverglow1coverglow2coverglow3Okay, people, we’re approaching TWO WEEKS since this amazing and FUNNY book was launched by Rizzoli and WHAT’S GOING ON? Are we on the New York Times Best Seller List? No. Are we on ANY best seller list? None known to humankind. And why do you think that is? Go on, take a WILD guess. It’s because many of you, you know who you are, and so do we, I might add, have not purchased your copy yet. Does the phrase WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? mean anything to you? How about the phrase YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER. There are so many many reasons for you to pick up your phone and order this joyous ode to retail at the turn of the century, but here’s one you might not have thought of: the print is small. If you keep waiting, your eyes may change and you might not be able to read it. WORD TO THE WISE. And that word is PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH. Click on MOSS above and speed toward Amazon.

Please Do Not Touch the NY Times

kanyeJust in time for the book’s first day of sales, here’s a piece in the New York Times today. We ourself might have gone with a different headline, but I guess it gets attention. There’s nothing like plopping yourself down into the middle of pop culture. The book is nesting out the door. Get yours before it’s gone. You don’t want to be last on your block. Click on the pic for the full Times piece.

please do not touch, book signing

RIZZ INVITEPublication date is Tuesday April 10, which is when those of you wise enough and worried enough to plan ahead and pre-order your copy of our brilliant book about MOSS will be getting your books sent to you. Everyone here applauds your forethought and quick movements. Hear that? Okay, thanks guys. You can stop now. Anyway, this is a notice about the next step in the unleashing upon the world of our book.  A “conversation” between Murray and Franklin AND an opportunity to yes buy the book and then have it signed by us. Yes, both of us. I realize most of you do not have a clue what you’ll be doing on Monday April 23rd. So if you find yourself out and about, come on over to Rizzoli. Hilarity will reign. Click on the book to go to the book website for all kinds of things you’ll be happy to find.

 

Please Do Not Touch, the book

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Our about to be immensely popular new book, with the same title as the t-shirt, will be released on April 10th by Rizzoli.  It will probably sell out in one day. Look at what happened to Fire and Fury. Of course, our book is not about Trump. Though it does have some pretty juicy revelations. It’s the story of MOSS, like you never heard it before. And speaking of Trump, did you know he NEVER shopped at MOSS? Unless it was him who broke in that night and stole the bicycle. I wouldn’t put it past him. Anyway, click on the shirt to go to the special Please Do Not Touch website where you can learn everything you need to know, including that you should pre-order from Amazon. It’s better to be safe than sorry, my grandmother always said. She always pre-ordered. And no, you cannot buy that t-shirt. It’s sold out. Let that be a lesson to you.

 

RIP, Robert Grossman

grossmanOur friend Bob Grossman was one of the greatest political illustrators. You of a certain age will remember one of his funny and trenchant early drawings, above. That’s Nixon enabler Henry Kissinger standing at the end of that nose. Bob did more than 500 covers, for Rolling Stone, New York Observer, The Nation, and the NY Times. Click on the nose to read his Times obit. And as a special tribute to Bob, nothing could be better than to buy a few rolls of his Trump dog poop bags, seen below. Click on President Shithead’s ugly shitty face to go to Amazon for this timely purchase. $9 will get you three rolls, 15 bags to a roll. Rest in peace, Bob. gross

Advance copies out to reviewers

cover22It does finally seem to be happening, the release of our book. Scheduled for April 10, but last week the advance copies arrived. What this means is that a box of books arrived by FedEx ahead of all the others which are on a ship somewhere. Design-obsessed Somali pirates take note. We are wore out handling the thousands of pre-launch demands for interviews and photo sessions. Okay, maybe not thousands. Okay, two. But they were long, okay? It seemed like more. You can click on the book and be whisked over to Amazon where you can preorder and have it delivered to your door rather than have to go out in the fourth or fifth bombogalactic winter storm which are no doubt waiting around the corner.

“We’re children. You guys are the adults.”

gunsWe do try (not that hard, admittedly) to avoid politics here at Bureaublog, but when things go completely out of control, it’s hard to stay quiet. Today in the Times there was an astounding double-page ad that listed every member of Congress taking money from the NRA and how much they took. Yes, some of the worst, truly despicable monsters were getting millions. But most were not. Most got less than $40,000. A few got practically nothing. Somebody got $1000. Is money so hard to raise that you will sell your soul for $1000? That seems about right for most of the souls in Congress. Maybe even somewhat high. But for amounts like that, our elected officials choose to do the bidding of an unspeakably evil organization that stops even the smallest attempt at gun control sanity. This is disgusting. Truly disgusting. Not as disgusting, of course, as what you’ll find if you click on the photo (from the Times). You’ll go to an op-ed Times piece from October where you’ll see career totals of how much the “top ten” each got from the NRA. Prepare to be sick.

Happy New Year to Adam and Mitchell and everyone else

31VOWS1-superJumbo-v3“A man born to an Orthodox Jewish family in Toronto and schooled at a Yeshiva and a Japanese-American man raised on the island of Oahu, Hawaii, were married in the rare books section of the Strand Bookstore in Greenwich Village before a crowd of 200 people, against a backdrop of an arch of gold balloons that were connected to each other like intertwined units of a necklace chain or the link emoji, in a ceremony led by a Buddhist that included an operatic performance by one friend, the reading of an original poem based on the tweets of Yoko Ono by another, and a lip-synced rendition of Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You” by a drag queen dressed in a white fringe jumper and a long veil.”

What an excellent uplifting life-affirming way to end this miserable year. Click on the photo to read the full story in the Times. And have a happy new year.

WWW.TORPEDO.HOUSE is online

balake.jpgIt’s the only red house gallery in the world. Okay, in the United States. Oh my god, all right, in Connecticut. Anyway, it’s private and by appointment and filled with wonder and dustfree and no, you can’t bring your dog, and yes, you can buy things. In fact, that’s the point. If you go to the website now, you can see the sort of things you can buy, and the amazing thing is you don’t even have to come all the way to TORPEDO HOUSE to make a purchase. You can do it from your sofa. Not online, though. You can communicate with us through the website and we will do it all the old-fashioned way. By email. Or the prehistoric way. Telephone. Anyway, you know what they say about torpedos.