Publicity Efforts

Or, In Which I Am a Glorified Litterbug.

So we have about 40 pounds of postcards left.  FringeCentral will dispose of some of them for us; some of them will go out in the mail.  But what to do with the rest?  Where can I leave these where they may be found by people who’d like our show?  I find myself on Christopher Street, chin in hand, pondering.

Solution #1: Beside the stacks of copies of The Onion.  People who can detect sarcasm and irony will surely enjoy our play!  (Or at least, enjoy it a good deal more than people who can't.)

Solution #2: On the shelf next to copies of Joe Sacco’s Footnotes in Gaza.  Please don’t tell the people at the bookstore I did that.

Solution #3:  In the hands of the startled Haredi guy I pass on the street.  We’re asking for trouble by our very existence; why not ask for a little more?

Solution #4: On the counter of the vintage store which seduces me inside with a sale on books.  The clerk is too stoned to notice.  (And almost too stoned to remember to actually charge me for the book I inevitably buy.)

Solution #5: ...please email/comment if you have solution #5.  This is a very large number of postcards.