I have been blogging for 10 years this month. I can’t figure out the exact day I really started because I began “blogging” using Geocities-hosted web pages that I slapped up on my old (dead) domain, theology-and-geometry.com. The Wayback Machine used to keep a bunch of my content from that site archived, but I’ve noticed over the years the amount that it indexes continues to dwindle, and now you can’t even really get past the…
Once upon a time the mall in Antioch was the hip shit. I know because I purchased basically every Christmas present there between 2000 and 2004. At some point after I graduated and moved to Memphis, the mall fell into some hard times and reported gang activity, and it closed down. Which is pretty surprising; it was a bustling area back in the day. The mall is open again, and it’s rebranded as Global Mall…
The president visited Chattanooga the other day. Big story. Big, big story. My pal Nick designed the TFP’s front page for the event. Big page. Big, big page. And yet this is how the paper looked when it hit driveways. WHY? WHYYYY?
Remember this guy? I will tell you a story and it will make you sad. Ray called me at work Wednesday afternoon and was out of breath. We played phone tag for a few minutes since my new desk (we moved workstations this week) is in a black hole and drops calls. When I finally got him on my work phone, here is the story that unfolded: He and Holden were heading out, when Ray…
You know who you are: Twenty months on this earth now, barreling toward two years. I haven’t done a proper update in months and for that I am sorry but I am letting it go. Guilt fuels nothing but bad things and my sparse internetting has not kept you from blooming into a beauty to behold and an ox to contend with should you determine you might not be getting your way. You are strong…
Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly wistful, I think that it would be nice to get married someday — don’t laugh! It’s possible that someone might actually consider me suitable for legally enforced, lifelong partnership some day before I die! — and if that were to happen, I would want this song to be the first song we danced to as a married couple, be it on a floor of grass or sand or wooden planks…
When Ray goes to pee, he makes a big production out of it. Not for me … most of the time. For Holden. He goes: “Dada gonna pee pee in the POTTY!” and acts like it’s the most exciting thing he’s ever done. Holden, of course, takes the bait with great gusto and follows Ray into the bathroom and watches him do his business. Ray bids his urine a ceremonious farewell by saying, “BYE BYE,…
I have been living here for a year, nearly, and it occurred to me the other day that I still can’t find my way around with any sense of purpose. I have this vague notion of the geography of Nashville, sort of like you see in maps like this, which is even more shameful considering I lived in Murfreesboro for nearly five years and I had plenty of time to learn to comprehend the layout…
Remember the time my child’s Cars toy was possessed by a demon? from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
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