I have started posting over at The Memphis Blog again. The first thing I did when I decided to take a hiatus two months ago (prompted, mostly, by the fact that I have very little time to do blog cultivation during work hours now since the newsroom reorgnization, and I was spending a TON of hours at home doing for free what I should probably be getting paid to do) was unsubscribe from every Memphis…
This here’s a blanket flower. I wish I had more money because if I had more money, I’d be using these things as ground cover.
Jackin’ Around from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
So we’re having a little fun over on Twitter parodying Chris Brogan’s Memphis visit with the #fakebrogan hashtag. It came about because my friend Leslie mentioned being annoyed by all the Brogan tweets and retweets that were flooding her timeline thanks to this Brogan dude being in town and presenting to a bunch of marketing/PR people who were listening to him and tweeting (and retweeting and reretweeting) his soundbytes. I’m not trying to be a…
Mom, dad, and the nephews came down Sunday and we went to a Redbirds game. We were among a dozen or so people in attendance on what turned out to be a lovely evening. I am exaggerating. There had to be thirty people there. It felt nice to show off the park and even nicer that the Redbirds won. Going to those games is bittersweet; it’s always fun but when I go, I see how…
You guys, Tila Tequila has a new show on C-Span*, where she talks about history, politics, and world affairs, and gets a little wonky with legislation talk! Check out these screencaps! I’ve included the closed captioning so you can get an idea of the show’s content! Screencaps won’t do? Watch the trailer! But please do yourself a favor and turn on captioning. (HT: FourFour) *No, she doesn’t. She has a gossip blog. Which still makes…
My yard — hell, my entire neighborhood — smells like honeysuckle right now. The entirety of the western fence in my back yard is draped with the stuff. I snuck two licks of nectar the other day and thought about all those times as a kid I’d been out in a pasture somewhere and felt like I’d found some exotic delicacy when I came upon a clump of sweet honeysuckle blooms.
The bulk of my day was spent down at Tom Lee Park covering the last day of Beale Street Music Festival. Rather than reblog about it here, let me just link to the two pieces I turned in to the paper. ONE and TWO. No, I guess it’s not Great Journalism, but it is something. I was a little thrown by not having a blog this year in which to deposit my brain droppings, so…
I’m having a hard time really wrapping my brain around exactly what is happening in Nashville right now, but I know that a lot of people I care very much about are having a really hard time. And they are scared. And I feel so helpless out here in Shelby County, offering small bits of moral support in tweets and texts and blog posts, but I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know…
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