radio killed the literary star

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Remember how I said that talking about The Commuters was starting to feel like resting on my laurels? Well, I’m not above resting on my laurels. In fact, I will do so this Saturday at noon and Sunday at 8 p.m. on KPCC’s Off-Ramp, an awesome little show that is sort of like an L.A.-centric This American Life. Tune in (89.3 on your FM dial, ladies and gentlemen) and listen to me gripe about traffic in the most eloquent way I know how.

P.S. Speaking of self-promotion, Tracy tagged me to link to three of my favorite Bread and Bread posts (at least I think that’s what the meme was—the instructions were kind of tech-speak-y). It has something to do with search engines, I think. So if you’d like to take a walk down memory lane—going back no earlier than 2005—read these posts on Target, cheerleaders and how I spent my summer vacation.

Comments

Kat said…
Cheryl, thanks for the tip. I'll definitely catch the podcast. (John and I are driving and hiking around Utah and Arizona.) (Actually, we're stuck in Kanab, UT, because our car broke down.) And say hey to John Rabe for me. A sweetie-pie with the corniest sense of humor. You can take the boy out of the Midwest but, well, you know. Have fun!
October 19, 2007 at 7:02 AM
Cheryl said…
Being stuck in rural Utah because of a broken down vehicle takes me back to my childhood. I can hear my dad swearing right now.... I'll keep my fingers crossed for you and John.

Actually, the very nice Queena Kim interviewed me and pre-taped the piece, so I didn't get to meet Mr. Rabe--but I've been a fan ever since the segment where he smuggled himself onto the roof of city hall.
October 19, 2007 at 8:54 AM
Kat said…
John thinks the beta blockers he takes for his heart make him calm, but the truth is, he's always been mellow. We had fun remembering how our parents would have handled this. Recriminations and sulking, I think.
Car is fixed--thanks for the good thoughts!I'll download the podcast when I get home. ciao
October 19, 2007 at 4:22 PM
Anonymous said…
Enjoyed the KPCC piece. Nice to hear your appreciation of the 105E/110N merge, there's definitely something about how the freeway peaks at that point. Not only is it a beautiful vista, but it's a perspective that makes me think I can start all over again, especially strong when returning from the airport after being away from LA.
October 21, 2007 at 7:14 PM
Cheryl said…
Thanks for tuning in, and welcome back to the city of smog and lights!
October 22, 2007 at 4:42 PM
CC said…
I got to listen to Offramp with Cheryl, the author herself! The best part was when Radio Cheryl was reading from her story, and the characters were at a Bob's Big Boy, and the radio producers added the ambient sound of a restaurant, and Real-Life Cheryl was so impressed: "Oooooh, restaurant noises."
October 22, 2007 at 7:14 PM
Cheryl said…
It's true, there was some impressive plate-clinking that you just don't get in the written form.
October 24, 2007 at 4:43 PM
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