What is it about zoo residents? Is it because they're cooped up all day with nothing better to do? Is it because they lack the appropriate clothing for their unusual size and shape? Is there no laundry service? Whatever the reason, whenever you go to the zoo, what can you be sure to see? Heinies, and plenty of 'em. From demure to bodacious, Ayun Halliday and Dan Santat are finally willing to show us the true appeal of the zoo--There are always heinies, and lots of 'em.
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Ayun Halliday is the author of No Touch Monkey! And Other Travel Lessons Learned Too Late, The Zinester's Guide to NYC, The Big Rumpus, Job Hopper, Dirty Sugar Cookies: Culinary Observations, Questionable Taste, a children's book, Always Lots of Heinies at the Zoo, and the forthcoming graphic novel, Peanut. In her spare time, she is the Chief Primatologist & sole staff member of the quarterly zine, The East Village Inky, as well as BUST magazine's Mother Superior columnist. Ayun lives in Brooklyn with her husband, playwright Greg Kotis and their increasingly well-documented children. Dare to be Heinie and visit her on AyunHalliday.com
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I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana and came of age at the height of the preppy craze. For some unfathomable reason, my grandparents had a subscription to The New Yorker and every week, I'd paw through it daydreaming about a glamorous future where I'd be a celebrated stage actress living in sin with some hot, devoted trumpet player in a Greenwich Village loft with a skyline view that I've since learned is only possible from Brooklyn or New Jersey.
After graduating from Northwestern University with an impractical, expensive degree in guess what, I embarked on an exciting career as a waitress, with occasional time-outs for globetrotting of the dirty backpack, banana pancake variety.
In 1988, I joined The Neo-Futurists, a Chicago theatre company notable for presenting 30 original plays in the course of 60 minutes and ordering pizza for the audience whenever the show sold out. Greg Kotis auditioned for the ensemble in 1991 and fortunately, we cast him because otherwise, I might not have married him and moved to New York City where we rented a 340-square-foot apartment in the East Village for $1150 a month.
Boy, were we surprised when a big old stork swooped down a year later, especially since the baby it dropped off had three thumbs and required immediate treatment in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
On Inky's first birthday, I put out the first issue of my zine, The East Village Inky which was and still is written and illustrated entirely by hand because computers tend to take a digger when I'm around (This Web site was engineered by Dave Awl, an old buddy from the Neo-Futurists.)
After a few years, the shadow of the stork fell upon us again and we moved to Brooklyn. Milo was born underwater so lickety split, he almost came out in the Tompkins Square playground.
Greg wrote Urinetown! (the Musical) which, to everyone's amazement, made it all the way to Broadway and now he's such hot doodie he might burn you, so don't touch him! Don't tell him I called him hot doodie either because he's rigorous about his modesty and I already drew a couple of pictures in The East Village Inky where he dances around naked.
I eschewed housekeeping and wrote a book called The Big Rumpus so I could remember what life was really like when my children were small and so that you'd have something to purchase in bulk for Mothers Day and every other major holiday.
Then I had to write another book in case you pride yourself on hating kids or break out in hives at the thought of reading another birth story. My second book is called No Touch Monkey! The ranking brass in the East Village Inky guerilla marketeering squad think it'd make an excellent present for everyone who received a copy of The Big Rumpus from you last year, not to mention the special dirty backpacker in your life. If an Amazon customer reviewer is going to hate on any of my books, that's the one! Boy, is it ever! I'll fix their wagons someday.
Gosh, playing in the ashtray of my tattered memories was such fun, I started rooting through all the crappy day jobs I held while pursuing an elusive dream of life on the golden-but-not-nearly-wicked-enough stage. If you, too, have suffered the slings and arrows of outrageously low-wage fortune, reading Job Hopper is going to feel like taking off your girdle. If you've been pulling down six figures since the day you graduated B-school summa cum laude, reading Job Hopper is going to feel like taking off someone else's girdle.
The most recent autobiographical dough to come pumping out of the template is Dirty Sugar Cookies: Culinary Observations, Questionable Taste. It's a love letter to everything I've ever eaten and a few of the things I wish I hadn't. I might add that it's got one of the gnarliest indexes I've ever seen, short of The Merck Manual. It made me so hungry, I had to start a food blog just to justify some of the crazy things I've stuffed in my pie-hole over the years. (I eventually realized that blogging's not for a hard core zinester like me, but you can find the archives online if you search for "Dirty Sugar Cookies Eggplant Tofu" which is what I always do when I'm trying to remember how to make my husband's favorite recipe.
In 2008, Hyperion published a picture book that had been knocking around in my rusty old brain pan since my then-4-year-old daughter observed that there's "Always Lots Of Heinies at the Zoo". True enough! She's twelve now. You do the math. Anyway, it's illustrated by Dan Santat, and it has a Bossa Nova beat, in case you want to dance to it. I'm particularly proud of the line about the junk in Ms. Elephant's supplemental trunk, and my favorite illustration is the one on the back cover.
The gestation of my latest book rivaled the pregnancy of an elephant, but, like any proud parent, I am besotted with the results. The Zinesters Guide to NYC is an anecdotal, illustrated, low budget, highly participatory guidebook to New York City, the last wholly analog specimen of its kind. Stephen Colbert says it's truly funny, truly affordable and that if he could still walk the streets of New York among his People, this is the guide he would use.
And not that I can plan this far ahead, but apparently the good folks at Schwartz and Wade can, because they're publishing Peanut, my graphic novel about a girl who fakes a peanut allergy under the mistaken impression that it will improve her social standing at her new school. Paul Hoppe is hard at work illustrating it, even as we speak. (He better be!)
That photo is what I wear when battling the haters who write scathing reviews of No Touch Monkey. As you can see, I am also enjoying a cup of Official Writer Drink.
If you'd like to learn more about what's shaking in Ayun layund, or find out how to order the East Village Inky, or see some old timey photos from back in the day, I've got a website. I named it after myself. No, not Ayun Junior. Ayun Halliday Dot Com! Yes, we can be Facebook friends too.
Dare to be Heinie! And thank you for reading!
xo,
Ayun
After graduating from Northwestern University with an impractical, expensive degree in guess what, I embarked on an exciting career as a waitress, with occasional time-outs for globetrotting of the dirty backpack, banana pancake variety.
In 1988, I joined The Neo-Futurists, a Chicago theatre company notable for presenting 30 original plays in the course of 60 minutes and ordering pizza for the audience whenever the show sold out. Greg Kotis auditioned for the ensemble in 1991 and fortunately, we cast him because otherwise, I might not have married him and moved to New York City where we rented a 340-square-foot apartment in the East Village for $1150 a month.
Boy, were we surprised when a big old stork swooped down a year later, especially since the baby it dropped off had three thumbs and required immediate treatment in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
On Inky's first birthday, I put out the first issue of my zine, The East Village Inky which was and still is written and illustrated entirely by hand because computers tend to take a digger when I'm around (This Web site was engineered by Dave Awl, an old buddy from the Neo-Futurists.)
After a few years, the shadow of the stork fell upon us again and we moved to Brooklyn. Milo was born underwater so lickety split, he almost came out in the Tompkins Square playground.
Greg wrote Urinetown! (the Musical) which, to everyone's amazement, made it all the way to Broadway and now he's such hot doodie he might burn you, so don't touch him! Don't tell him I called him hot doodie either because he's rigorous about his modesty and I already drew a couple of pictures in The East Village Inky where he dances around naked.
I eschewed housekeeping and wrote a book called The Big Rumpus so I could remember what life was really like when my children were small and so that you'd have something to purchase in bulk for Mothers Day and every other major holiday.
Then I had to write another book in case you pride yourself on hating kids or break out in hives at the thought of reading another birth story. My second book is called No Touch Monkey! The ranking brass in the East Village Inky guerilla marketeering squad think it'd make an excellent present for everyone who received a copy of The Big Rumpus from you last year, not to mention the special dirty backpacker in your life. If an Amazon customer reviewer is going to hate on any of my books, that's the one! Boy, is it ever! I'll fix their wagons someday.
Gosh, playing in the ashtray of my tattered memories was such fun, I started rooting through all the crappy day jobs I held while pursuing an elusive dream of life on the golden-but-not-nearly-wicked-enough stage. If you, too, have suffered the slings and arrows of outrageously low-wage fortune, reading Job Hopper is going to feel like taking off your girdle. If you've been pulling down six figures since the day you graduated B-school summa cum laude, reading Job Hopper is going to feel like taking off someone else's girdle.
The most recent autobiographical dough to come pumping out of the template is Dirty Sugar Cookies: Culinary Observations, Questionable Taste. It's a love letter to everything I've ever eaten and a few of the things I wish I hadn't. I might add that it's got one of the gnarliest indexes I've ever seen, short of The Merck Manual. It made me so hungry, I had to start a food blog just to justify some of the crazy things I've stuffed in my pie-hole over the years. (I eventually realized that blogging's not for a hard core zinester like me, but you can find the archives online if you search for "Dirty Sugar Cookies Eggplant Tofu" which is what I always do when I'm trying to remember how to make my husband's favorite recipe.
In 2008, Hyperion published a picture book that had been knocking around in my rusty old brain pan since my then-4-year-old daughter observed that there's "Always Lots Of Heinies at the Zoo". True enough! She's twelve now. You do the math. Anyway, it's illustrated by Dan Santat, and it has a Bossa Nova beat, in case you want to dance to it. I'm particularly proud of the line about the junk in Ms. Elephant's supplemental trunk, and my favorite illustration is the one on the back cover.
The gestation of my latest book rivaled the pregnancy of an elephant, but, like any proud parent, I am besotted with the results. The Zinesters Guide to NYC is an anecdotal, illustrated, low budget, highly participatory guidebook to New York City, the last wholly analog specimen of its kind. Stephen Colbert says it's truly funny, truly affordable and that if he could still walk the streets of New York among his People, this is the guide he would use.
And not that I can plan this far ahead, but apparently the good folks at Schwartz and Wade can, because they're publishing Peanut, my graphic novel about a girl who fakes a peanut allergy under the mistaken impression that it will improve her social standing at her new school. Paul Hoppe is hard at work illustrating it, even as we speak. (He better be!)
That photo is what I wear when battling the haters who write scathing reviews of No Touch Monkey. As you can see, I am also enjoying a cup of Official Writer Drink.
If you'd like to learn more about what's shaking in Ayun layund, or find out how to order the East Village Inky, or see some old timey photos from back in the day, I've got a website. I named it after myself. No, not Ayun Junior. Ayun Halliday Dot Com! Yes, we can be Facebook friends too.
Dare to be Heinie! And thank you for reading!
xo,
Ayun
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A sense of humor is essential to enjoying this book!,
This review is from: Always Lots of Heinies at the Zoo (Hardcover)
The title of this book captured my attention, and intrigued me as well - was this a book solely devoted to bottoms? Well, it's that and much more - the book looks at the bottoms of various animals at the zoo, and portrays all of these animals with their bottoms, but the depictions are tastefully done. Each animal's bottom is referred to using various words, "haunches of the caribou", "mandrill's fanny", "buns of a baby bunny", "jellyfish's tushy", etc. Various shades of color are also referred to such as ecru, cobalt blue, azalea, etc.The illustrations are gorgeously detailed, in full rich color. My preschooler enjoyed this book and loved the illustrations, learning various ways to call a bottom in the process, though I did skim over words like "booty" which I found inappropriate for her at her age. I feel this is a humorous and creative book, but of course, it is up to parents and teachers how and if, they wish to use it. Only recommended to those with a great big sense of humor.
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Hoorah for Heinies!,
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This review is from: Always Lots of Heinies at the Zoo (Hardcover)
I have been a fan of Ayun Halliday's for years, ever since I first saw her on stage in Chicago with the Neo-Futurists theater group. I am a loyal East Village Inky subscriber (check out her awesome zine!) and own almost all her wonderful books for adults. She continues to evolve in her endeavors, the latest being this delightful and hilarious book for children (and adults like me). The language is lyrical, rhythmic, and funny, the story entertaining and informative (without being didactic) and the pictures are colorful and inventive. PLUS, well, there are lots and lots of heinies on every page! What kid doesn't want to know more about that oh-so-amusing part of the body? This book made me crack up (excuse the pun) and was a pure joy to read. Run out and buy it right now! Fun summer reading for the little guys!
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
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Hysterical & Clever,
By allisynwonderland "allisyn" (brooklyn, NY) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Always Lots of Heinies at the Zoo (Hardcover)
I loved this book so much it made me want to go back to teaching! Amazing illustrations and cleverly crafted text. This would be a great book just for fun, or for illustrating the magic of a thesaurus! Couldn't recommend it highly enough, for classrooms and families!
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