Oregon travelogue vol. 2
The Japanese gardens, for me, are a study in texture, pattern, and light.
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Oregon travelogue vol. 1
I love Memphis but I am tired of flat West Tennessee landscapes. I need drama in my horizons.
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Old timers
Last weekend I traveled to my hometown to reunite with two of my very oldest friends, Tamara and Crystal. We were thick as thieves in high school (with bouts of adolescent spattiness throughout our friendships, of course), and then went our separate ways after graduation. Tamara and I — with the exception of some months of no communication because we are sometimes stubborn, foolish girls — have mostly kept in constant contact, but I lost…
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Ballpark figures
It was freaking hot hot hot Sunday but once we surrendered ourselves to back sweat and frizzy hair and $7 Ghost River beers*, I dare say we had ourselves a grand old time. *Okay, okay, okay. I was the only one surrendering myself to beer.
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‘Noog life
There was a point within the first ten minutes of Nick’s and my hike up Lookout Mountain Monday morning where I honest to shit thought I was going to die. This is mostly because I am dismally out of shape and unaccustomed to coaxing my body to do much more than stand, sit, and — if I’m lucky — writhe a little every day. Suddenly I was using obscure leg muscles to propel myself…
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From the shameless self-promotion files
(Cross-filed in the shameless friend promotion cabinet) Check out these sweet page designs featuring Shane McDermott’s artwork. The Facebook page is my favorite, even though Shane had to bust ass to get it done on deadline since his original sketch was lost to the ether thanks to some kind of shitty Illustrator-related technical glitch. Shane, when he reads this post, will probably leave a comment saying that he likes the Facebook illustration, just not as…
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Wednesday
Up early, the Brooks, rock ‘n’ roll photography, Italian boot envy, inappropriate giggling, sunshine, stromboli, messy hair, naps, rushing to be late. Goodness.
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Oh, June
There’s a jungle outside my window — one of creeping vines and reaching grass and, infuriatingly, browning hydrangeas. In my zest to kill that fucking trumpet creeper with paintbrush applications of undiluted Roundup, I think I accidentally treated some flowers I actually do like. I don’t know how; I was careful not to get the poison on anything I didn’t care to see die a miserable wilty death. And yet, for the past two weeks,…
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch
I watched as the manfriend poured ranch dressing on his slice of garlic chicken pizza at the Pizza Cafe. I said, “You are going to be able to taste nothing but ranch!” Incredulous, he said, “Why would you want to taste anything else?”
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