Tried to file some Very Important Paperwork today, but it completely completely slipped my mind that city offices would be closed in observance of Martin Luther King Jr.’s death day. So, next week. Last night Cameron Harper tweeted a link to the collection of LIFE Magazine photographs from the King murder scene that have just been released to the public for the first time. I clicked through them slowly and felt my breath leave my…
Just cant get my poor self together, I’m weary all of the time So weary all of the time “Stormy Weather” — written by Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler (I am partial to the Etta James version) [Project 365]
I would like my cats to explain to me what makes them like to run furiously from one end of the apartment to the other right after they take a shit. Like, do any humans hop off the toilet and instantly get the urge to run around the block?
I was alerted to this nugget of forced hilarity over at Knoxville Metropulse yesterday. I was a flaming bitch on wheels yesterday, so reading that really, really annoyed me. Like, more than most things — like breathing and blinking — annoy me. And I have mostly grown out of that phase where I like to argue with people on the internet (save the occasional passive-aggressive rant about drunk bitches from Virginia), so I shocked even…
My mother has been grieving for weeks over a ring that my dad gave her on April 1 four years ago that she lost recently. She left me the saddest voice mail earlier today, first recapping all the local news (my sister has pneumonia, my dad’s heart doctor appointment here in town is for the 9th, etc.) and then wrapping up the message by saying how she was kinda down today because of the missing…
My pal Tamara was ever so kind enough to help me come up with a concept for today’s photo. I was all TELL ME WHAT TO PHOTOGRAPH PLEASE I AM OUT OF IDEAS. And she was all HANG ON I WILL SAVE YOUR ASS. And she said “April showers” and I took it literally and voila — one more day of this project in the can. Heh. Can. Get it? Shower? Bathroom? Can? Bathroom? Can?…
It looks as though Memphis’ undead uprising these past few years has caught the attention of a group of folks who, according to their MySpace page, want to “shoot ’em in the head.” Their “about me”: The Shelby Metro Zombie Response Unit is a group of like minded individual with one common goal:To be prepared in the likely event of a zombie outbreak. These kids even have a password-protected bulletin board site, with topics like…
Scanning Memphis blogs, came upon this poem. It’s fantastic. Emptying Town by Nick Flynn I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, “Stop!” and I close my eyes. I can’t watch as this town slowly empties, leaving me strung between bon-voyages,…
Busy busy busy busy day. No time to take a photo until very late, after work. Three weeks, people. Spread the word. [Project 365]
I feel sorry for all days that were not today, because today was great. [Project 365]
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