The apartment I looked at at 2 was huge, but a little on the crappy side. I don’t know — it had a creepy, open back entrance (up three flights of flimsy metal stairs), worn wooden floors, crazy-ass red paint in the dining room and orange (like UT orange) in the bathroom, nice built-in bookshelves with glass doors, mirrored (but cracked) French doors between the dining room and living room, and classy grated radiator covers.…
The West Virginia mine story is awful. Watching Geraldo Rivera’s shtick is even awfuler. I gave that moron a bye back during Katrina because I felt that his pathetic sensationalism was necessary to wake people up to what was really going on, but now I feel just dirty for ever being a Geraldo apologist. America, I’m sorry. You too, Canada. And I’m sorry for the shoddy coverage the print media offered of this story. Look.…
The apartment hunt continues. Fruitlessly for now. Monday I conned Phil into coming with me to look at an old Victorian house on Bellevue/Vinton that had been converted into apartments. The maintenance man (who smelled beer-licious) met us there and took us straight through some dude’s apartment to get to the vacant one. That kind of creeped us out. Apparently, said dude was getting evicted at the end of the month, so the maintenance man…
For posterity, here are my Nashville is Talking posts: Let the countdown begin Trouser tremorsWhat we didn’t know didn’t hurt usBread brainstormingYes, we all hate lists. Now let’s make some.Holiday re-immersionI spit on splogsThe Magnificent (not deadly) SevenThe culture of individualismMetro Police: On the “best” listLook at that tight barrelHell is looking for an apartmentBut the mold can cure diseases! (In retrospect, I should have titled this post Busy Mold)Party preppingGeneration Y BotherOde to the…
So both Fritz and Wendy have tagged me for fun internet hijinks. For Fritz: Four jobs you’ve had in your life: Paper mill woodyard sawdust cleaner/helper, video store clerk, Dillard’s minion in the children’s department, newspaper hack Four movies you could watch over and over: Wet Hot American Summer, Dazed and Confused, Waking Life, Home for the Holidays Four TV shows you love to watch: Futurama, Strangers With Candy, Arrested Development, Six Feet Under Four…
The guest blogging is over. It was a lot of fun. I think doing something like that for a living would be a superb job. I’ll set up an archive of my posts eventually. I am feeling so unbelivably useless and lazy right now. The entire day has been that way. I blame the balmy, dreary weather. Know what I did today? Woke up at 12:30. Posted a couple of entries. Took a shower. Ate…
Channel 3 is broadcasting the countdown on Beale. There are sooooo many people there.
There was a year when Phil and I drove to Memphis for New Year’s eve to spend it on Beale Street. My memory of it has slipped a bit, but it seems like maybe he was 21 at the time but I wasn’t (I was still in high school, I think), so we couldn’t buy the bracelet that would let us into any of the clubs. It had snowed, so the entire street was covered…
Yikes. The time, it is slipping. It’s already nearly a week since Christmas and I’ve barely gotten a chance to breathe since then. Wednesday, Brandon and his dad came up to apartment hunt (a miserable adventure, which I’ll get to in a sec), so Thursday we met up and went to Quetzal for lunch. My basic turkey sandwich was good (even better since Brandon’s dad paid) and we had some good conversation about Memphis and…
Now that my depressing, anguished Tolstoy Tuesday contribution is out of the way, I can get on to the holiday recap madness. You knew it was coming. Really though, it’s not all that exciting. There were no exploding, angry exchanges between family members; no one was hurt or maimed or thrown down stairs; no one’s gift from last year was regifted; and all was calm on the Turner/Chumney/Creasy/White homefront. The holidays are almost over. I…
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