Day 333 — Yellow
Project 365
[for Monday, Nov. 19] It only took me three years, but I finally made it to a Grizzlies game tonight. We bought the $5 nosebleed tickets (next cheapest were $18 apiece … um, as if) and threw a grappling hook over a beam and climbed our way all the way to the top of the Forum. Even the crappy seats aren’t all that bad, though. The Forum isn’t that huge. And yet, they can’t fill…
[for Sunday, Nov. 18] My pitiful little point-and-shoot can no longer focus in any situation that offers less than supernova-strength light. I wonder how long it will continue to even function at all. Project 365
[for Sunday, Oct. 28] The crowd was light (where were all the record vendors?) but the day was gorgeous and there’s not much that tops sitting in the sun, listening to music. Even the sad songs. Project 365
[for Monday, Oct, 22] Ever since they tore down that old antique mall building on the corner of Union and Cooper, a giant inflatable holiday icon has graced the corner whenever Halloween and Christmas has rolled around. I’ve never actually stopped to check out the goods, but I’ve always very much admired the little patch of color in an otherwise grey part of Midtown. I stopped yesterday, intent on getting a pumpkin, and was pretty…
I just got up an hour ago and I need a shower something fierce, but not before I do what’s really important and post random bulleted items to my beloved internet web log. • The first season of Flight of the Conchords is going on sale Nov. 6. This is perfect timing because it gives me the entire holiday season to memorize plenty of references to quote throughout 2008. It’s time I expanded my pop-culture-reference…
[for Friday, Sept. 28] I flaked yesterday and didn’t take a picture. Luckily, this photo was taken after midnight Thursday, so it technically works for Sept. 28, crappy as it may look. Crazy — there’s less than a hundred days left in this project. And the year. Project 365
Within the span of three hours last night, I managed to spill tequila and shiraz all over myself (the tequila when I took a shot out of a plastic cup and realized, three-fourths of the way in, that the barkeep had generously oversupplied me, but it was too late to stop the momentum of the shot; the shiraz was my own idiot fault because I was gripping the cup — yes, cup — in my…
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