Day 41 — The View
(For Feb. 10) Memphis isn’t the prettiest city in the world, but, well, it’s something to look at. Project 365
Memphis project 365
Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
comedy parody YouTube
Striped with radiation
Too, too funny. HT: Joe Powell via NiT (or would that be NiT via Joe Powell?
design news newspaper stuff
Sometimes I really like my job
Like when I get to put Stephen Colbert’s face on the front page. I mean, I always like my job, but everyone who works any type of job knows that sometimes there are little nuggets of nothingness that might seem meaningless to everyone else but, with careful attention, can be polished and kept and treasured. And putting Stephen Colbert on the front page is something I can treasure. Cuz I’m a freak. So, yeah. Not…
drunkblogging Memphis
Two years
Finally, it feels like home. Er, “home.” I’m not sure when I’ll ever find home again. The real one.
abortion Mississippi
Because Mississippi has no other problems to tackle
I meant to post about this the other night, but, well, shit. I can’t be counted on to do anything on time these days. Down in Mississippi, they’re doing their best to mimic South Dakota and pass a draconian anti-abortion law or two that would keep abortions illegal except in cases of, everybody say it with me, rape, incest, or in the interest of the mother’s health. I’ve been told that the Mississippi legislature pulls…
project 365
Day 40 — Pink Navel
Ever heard of a pink navel orange? Me either. But I accidentally bought four for 50 cents each and when I cut into one the other day, I was all, Crap! I hate grapefruit!, thinking I had misread the sign. But it didn’t smell like grapefruit, and it had a thick rind like a navel orange. So I bit into it and whaddyaknow it tasted just like a navel orange. It was just pink. Odd,…
memories
Day 39 — Granny’s stuff
My great-grandmother, for as long as I knew her, was a small woman: frail, with a humpback, who we always assumed went to great pains to keep her hair dyed a velvety almond brown. She would go every week at the same time — Saturday morning, if I recall — and sit beneath one of those mammoth dryers at the beauty shop on Main Street in Saltillo, for as long as it took to get…
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Day 38 — Roadtrip
Cox and his mom cruised into town this afternoon on ther way to Portland, yes, that Portland, all the effing way across the continent. Brandon and I met them at Tops on Union and we shoveled greasy lumps of pig fat into our pig-fat holes and quizzed the travelers about their route and Cox’s eventual permanent destination. It’s a big move to make, and one that would scare me out of my mind. But if…
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Crap. This is the New Blogger.
Those bastards made me switch. This is kind of a test post to see what exactly will look and act different. My coerced move also means that if you want to post to Nocturnal Admissions, you have to have upgraded to the New Blogger. Which sucks, but I have absolutely no control over that crapola. I’m going to try this out for a little while and see if it gives me any trouble. If not,…
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Blogger and I are about to throw down
The mass Blogger exodus of the past month or so has been kind of amusing to watch, and I can’t help but hope that Blogger takes notice (even if I’m sure it’s impossible to track the real bloggers leaving vs. the spambot blogs swelling the ranks). I had more or less decided not to switch platforms, since Blogger is the only free platform that I know of that will let me have my way with…
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