The Joanna Newsom show Sunday at the Mercy Lounge was equal parts lovely and wonderful and ridiculous and funny. The lovely and wonderful parts are, of course, the bits where Newsom and her band were involved (we more or less missed the entire opening act since the show was listed as starting at 9 but he was already playing by the time we got there at 8:30). It is a new experience for me, watching…
In this, a rare moment of calm before work, I am sipping slowly on a cup of coffee and gazing out the back window in the dining room, trying to catch glimpses through bush branches of what’s going on in the back yard. Ever since I decided to battle the raccoon by only putting the feeder out while I’m at home and awake, my hungry bird population has plummeted. It makes for a quieter and…
My good friend Kristin made me a Nashville mix CD back in January and it had this song on it, and I swear to you, every time I hear it, I can’t help but get a little teary. I am a sentimental fool and this is a great fucking song. (Caitlin Rose.) It’s this kind of thing that makes me pine for Nashville even while I cling to Memphis.
I didn’t grow these springy beauts. They are what I like to refer to as “doghouse flowers.” And that’s all I’ll say about that.
Had a pretty good weekend, despite the weather situation. Had some people over Sunday night. Ate, drank, and cooed at babies. Good times, I’d score it. It’s time to do some spring cleaning. In every possible way.
The Daily What picked up a CA photo off some image dump post. The photo is by Mike Brown, if I’m not mistaken. (I’ll correct this when I get to the office if it’s wrong.)
I had a moment with a robin today. Might be the same one who always pops up when I’m outside in the yard. Saraclark says he’s waiting for me to move branches and leaves and uncover worms for him to eat. So I guess I’m being used. But it’s still pretty interesting to be minding your own business and then turn around to see a bird two feet from you, watching your every move. I…
• Woke up before my alarm went off at 6:30. No snooze buttons were harmed. • Went to the Campbell Clinic way out east to get pictures taken of my bones and let a resident feel me up (just my arm!). The doctor told me these elbow shenanigans amount to classic bursitis, which is a pointless and insulting affliction, in my estimation. That’s right, America, I got injured FROM SITTING ON MY ASS AND LEANING ON…
Upon arriving home from work tonight, I stepped into my kitchen and, as I do most nights, flicked on the back porch light to give the back yard a good once-over for burglars and rapists (you call it paranoid, I’ll call it being extra vigilant). My eyes scanned the yard and I noticed immediately that my bird feeder was AWOL. A-motherfucking-gain! And then I looked directly below where it usually hangs, and saw THE MOST…
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