Memphis

The Mail Center is running a little low on charm

I meant to write about this when it happened because I was PISSSSSSED and then life got in the way and what can you do. But I need to write about it because it was so egregiously bad that Nick Fowler was even like, man, that was bad. I went to the Mail Center on Madison in Midtown to ship a couple of things I’d sold on Etsy, including a 12×18 photo print that I…

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Fellas…

I’ll be at Cooper-Young Festival Saturday with my camera. Men of Memphis, if you want your picture on my widely read and highly influential blog*, please wear your finest banana hammock and come find me**. I don’t want pictures of tube tops to be the only gratuitous game in town. * this claim is in no way factual ** please do not actually do this, for the love of all that is holy and decent…

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His reach is far and wide

While digging through old photos today to scan into the new scanner I recently introduced to my other electronics (they are getting along swimmingly for now), I found a photo of the boys in my fifth-grade class, their names labeled on the back. And I remembered I went to school with an Elvis. Try and figure out which kid is named after the King: Click the picture to be taken to Flickr to see the…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot Memphis

Construction

I’m all for urban development and smart density, but I’ll be honest: I’m a little prickly about the UT Medical building that’s going up just east of Sun Studio, simply because it obscures the comfortable, quirky Sun facade, which I have always admired on my drive in to work.

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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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Memphis

Inspected

After five point five years of living in Memphis — including many months of owning a home here — I’ve finally decided to take the plunge and get Shelby County tags. I figure I may as well fritter away my tax dollars locally rather than in Hardin County, where they go to build jails that house former high school classmates of mine. At least in Shelby County my tax dollars can go to fund some…

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