Private: Diplomacy

Roy Kesey shares “Part of What It Means to be the Husband of a Diplomat“:

4. When you present your tickets at the door and ask a hostess where your seats are, she instead rushes you over to a small table to the side. There, you are given a red carnation boutonniere, and your wife is given a red carnation corsage — apparently one of the things printed in Chinese on the front of your tickets indicates that they are for diplomatic use only. The hostess then whispers, “They are waiting for you in the restroom.”

(Once again, for you newcomers: the weblog of said diplomat. While we’re at it, here are the other Kesey dispatches.)

Also, Liz Moran alerts us that “Book Publishers Have Really Low Expectations of Film and Television” (the Moran piece eventually will be archived here).