Dear Package-Delivery Workers of America from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Yes, I figured out to use the back door the architect of this house thoughtfully installed for sticky situations such as these. But still. Funny.
I’ve got a notion to do something big to the front yard. I sketched it up; maybe it will make sense to a landscaper. I would like to solve the parking issue elegantly, which would be the ultimate eff-you to my uppity neighbor. My idea, if the sketch is truly undecipherable, is this: Push back the perimeter of the front yard a couple of feet, placing a row or two of nice-looking pavers flush with…
That’s something we know. And yet when we create we do our best to try for something new anyway, against the damned odds. I’m always slightly amused/horrified when I belch up something (that’s always how it feels when I write, really: Like a force of nature, something to be gotten out of me and once it’s out, I feel better and lighter) and then later find something in this world that already existed for some…
And I find the tacky nightly light show to be utterly charming.
We attempted a night out last night. I had gotten a field report early on from the Live From Memphis 10th anniversary party, saying it was super crowded, so we diverted to the very new Bar None for drinks and a snack (duck sausage roll: A+, bleu cheese potato skins: B), and waited for the crowd to thin out a smidge. We strolled up to the loft at 11ish and ducked in for a minute,…
Last night’s Nyquil-induced dreams were incredibly long and detailed — the kind that you can fall right back into after you wake up wondering what the hell is going on inside your skull. The only bits I can really remember vividly are of being at some sort of dinner theater place, an auditorium draped thick with equal parts velvet and age. My companion and I had front-row seats to some big event, and as we…
Had a tasty lunch at Fuel with Lesley. There was vegetarian meatloaf, applewood bacon, hot tea and baked brie. Ahhhhh, the luxury of getting out of the house. [Project 365]
I’m sick. My pictures suck. EVERYONE’S A CRITIC, KITTY, JEEZ. [Project 365]
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