Imagine that scene in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels where Steve Martin runs around screaming “Oklahoma Oklahoma Oklahoma” and that’s how I always say SPX to myself.
I do hope to get out to it for at least some of the weekend. SPX has put together another fine bunch of panels and guests for its programming, I’d be churlish to complain (if I were though it does strike me as a less “fun” programming schedule than in other years). And of course a massively cool list of artists at the tables with probably way more great books than I could carry.
That scene — fast forward to 5:15 into it: