Last night I was in line at Kimbrough, bottle of cheap bubbly in hand, waiting on the guy in front of me to get done with his transaction, when said dude turned to me and asked what I was getting. I held up the bottle so he could see the label. “Is it good?” he asked. I nodded in the affirmative. “It’s good and cheap,” I said. (Barefoot Bubbly, woo!) “Yeah, I need something to…
My friend Coco provides some narration for the scene out in front of our office at roughly 3 p.m. Thursday (day two of Mission: Everyone Suddenly Wants Newspapers): ‘Milk it while we got it’ from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Last night the TV news (I forget which station) broadcast live out front at 10, and the story was about how the paper was the hottest-selling item in town. So, so weird.
They are directing traffic in the parking lot of my office so that people can drive up and buy editions of today’s paper. Demand was so high that they printed up 40,000 additional copies and they’ll be offering up other promotional items in the days to come. I’ve not been in the newspaper business very long, so I’ve only lived through an era in which print is said to be dying a slow death. I’ve…
All morning (okay, all three hours I’ve been up), I’ve been crawling all over the interwebs, devouring everything I could find about what happened last night. The whole Proposition 8 nonsense out in California is dampening an otherwise banner day. But as other people have pointed out quite eloquently and diplomatically, tides turn — Obama’s parents’ union was illegal in many states at one time and now look how far we’ve come — and social…
• Isobamapresidentyet.com (seen above) and Palinaspresident.com • My man won. I have backed him all along and I can’t even tell you what a relief it is to see him come out ahead with such a wide margin. I have faith in him and I know fully well that he could disappoint me hugely (being human and all) but I believe in his essential goodness enough to really really root for him to do the…
I’m so excited/nervous/barfy/worried about how today is going to unfold. I have my hunches and my hopes, but we all know those don’t amount to a hill of vomit-flavored jelly beans. I remember being so full of hope in 2004 and then feeling all that slip away like sand in my fingers. Dirty, stinking, fickle sand that I clearly never had a grasp on anyway. Waking up and knowing Bush had managed to pull it…
My friends Amanda and Matt got hitched Saturday underneath the mottled autumn leaves towering above the Old Hickory Country Club in Nashville. It was a sweet ceremony with lots of laughter (I do love a good vow bumble) and goddamn if I didn’t get teary-eyed watching those kids nervously but intently pledge their love and affection in front of their friends and family and a few golfers who paused to watch the ceremony. It was…
I’d like to nominate this for official anthem of neurotic people everywhere: Up with caffeine and down with a shot. Constantly worried about what I’ve got. Distracting my work but I can’t make a stop and my confidence on and my confidence off. And I sink to the bottom and rise to the top and I think to myself that I do this a lot. World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes…
Here’s a little blast from the past (June 2007): I can’t believe how little they were.
Many many many of the people around me are living low these days, sleeping and drinking and stress eating and generally feeling withdrawn and weird about life as a whole. It’s weird; I enjoyed a string of fairly happy days late last week (due, mostly, to the brisk fall weather) but I’ll be honest, I’ve spent most of my time lately in bed, sleeping more than a person could ever need to, and feeling guilty…
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