In March, as winter fades in the mid-Atlantic, I will head northward to enjoy my last chances of the year to get frostbite.

March 5 through 7, I’ll be at Booth College in Winnipeg, Manitoba, for the college’s conversation series. It’ll be two nights and two days’ worth of me yakking about the book, Christian culture and criticism of both.

March 30 & 31, I’ll head back to Calvin College in Grand Rapids, Mich., for the biennial Festival of Faith & Music. I wrote about the last one in the book, and I’m looking forward to, among other things, uncomfortable dinner conversation with David Dark. I’m going to present a workshop (working title: “Ironic Mind Meets Literal Mind: Does pop culture owe Christian culture anything?”)

I stole the precolonic idea from Christopher Hitchens’ God Is Not Great , an advance copy of which I’m reading and the title of which is self-explanatory. With the success of Sam Harris’ books and Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion (No. 17 on Amazon!), the appetite for these books seems to beg for a cover story in Time, at the very least. At my paper we’d give it a headline like “Creata Hatas,” but I’m sure they’ll do something classier.

Next Friday, July 28, I’ll be returning home to Richmond to read at Chop Suey Books, my favorite bookstore in River City. The reading’s at 7 p.m. and unless Ward, the store’s owner, has undergone some sort of deep philosophical shift, it’ll be free.

So come on down. I don’t know where we’re gonna stay, since our house’s new owners are closing on it that day, but I’ll probably be up for an adult beverage or six afterwards.

I tried, I really did, to come up with some visuals to accompany the reading, per organizer Adam Mazmanian’s suggestion. But I ran into some weird iMovie problem and gave up around 12:30 a.m. this morning, so anyone who comes to this evening’s F.W. Thomas Performance at the Warehouse will just have to content themselves with my ugly mug and inept public speaking skills. That said, the evening will cost only $3, and everyone else on the bill looks pretty talented. I’m especially excited to meet this guy: I didn’t know there was such a thing as sex police. Sex Pistols, sure. Dream Police, most def. Cop Shoot Cop? I have that 7″ with the pig blood on it! But sex police? D.C. sure is a confusing place.

Monday night I’ll be reading from Body Piercing Saved My Life at this month’s installment of the F.W. Thomas Performances. It will take place at the Warehouse Theater in Washington, D.C. at about 7:30 p.m. I’m curious to see this “Washington, D.C.” that I keep hearing about!