My friends Jerm and Krissi commissioned me to take some photos of them and Piper that they can use to give to relatives and frame and put in cards and whatnot. We hoofed it out to My Big Backyard at the Botanic Gardens to take advantage of the cool atmosphere. We were pretty impressed with the place and agreed that for kids, it’s got to be a pretty incredible place to spend an afternoon. As…
In one night: An older gentlemen — who claims to be heir to millions of dollars he turned down — tells me about his sexual predilection for old women and recites original poetry to me about how life’s easier lived with a good woman. Cute girls are not carded. A man with nice teeth speaks to me in broken Cantonese and climbs on the bar. A vagrant makes kissy faces through the window. I drink…
I took the day off for Cooper-Young Festival so that I could help Planned Parenthood sign people up for e-mail alerts regarding state legislative action on reproductive rights. Lord almighty, I am terrible at working crowds. By some miracle, I signed up seven people. I got rejected by lots more than that. But still. I’m glad I did it. There are a lot of scary things coming down the pike soon, and Tennesseans who value…
I broke my blog in a major way just now. I think I deleted a bunch of shit, including my WP install or something stupid like that. I was using Filezilla to do install a WordPress plugin that would have backed up my database and upgraded WP, when my pinkie — the most idiotic of all my fingers — hit the delete key and suddenly shit started moving and turning green and red and I…
We had a potluck for which we cooked foods that generally fly south of the border. It was magnificent. I made Cuban picadillo, which wasn’t terrible (yay!), although next time I’ll need to figure out a better way to serve it (mix it with rice or offer bread or something). [Project 365]
Ansley fought the good fight at Andrew and Sharon’s birthday party, but still managed to get overwhelmed by balls. It happens. [Project 365]
Sometimes you’re watching Matt cut a pineapple and Nick’s face is suddenly all up in that shit. [Project 365]
Aren’t they the cutest dang thing you ever did see? You can’t even tell from their expressions that earlier that day they had endured the intensely annoying sound of gravel crunching underneath the soles of the shoes of five of their not very punctual friends as they lumbered their way into the wedding congregation almost but not quite late while the bridal procession sashayed its way down the aisle. You Protestants with your short and…
This is how pinkeye gets started. [Project 365]
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