Doug Martsch has returned to my titles. New photos are up under the Near and Dear section. They’re from Christmas. I’ll continue to update those when I can. This week is all about work. Ick. I’m working on two news stories and I’ve got to talk to the assistant managing editor at the Birmingham News. They’ve talked to all my refs and they still like me, so things might be looking up after all.
I’m winding down. Phil is already dozing in the bedroom. Gonzo is watching me type this. The air conditioner is making up for the sticky spring weather that keeps seeping in under the doors. I have completely enjoyed my time off. And it’s even better that I don’t have to go to school tomorrow. All this time at home as allowed me to bond with the ferrets. Seriously! They’re used to being alone for a…
I almost forgot. Ladies and gentlemen, the Friday Five: What one thing are you most looking forward to . . . 1. …today? Relaxing until I’m bored to tears. 2. …over the next week? Getting some work done for the back-to-school issue so this nagging feeling of non-productivity will go away. 3. …this year? Graduating from college in December. 4. …over the next five years? Oooh, starting a career and settling down in a house…
Saw LOTR with my dad today. He is one of those people who can’t help but narrate the film to themselves aloud. Hee. But we had a good time and we both really liked it. I got shot down for the Minneapolis Star Tribune internship. Ouch. I wanted that one. Well, I want one period. But Birmingham is looking quite possible, even though that was the one I wanted least. Is this irony, or karma?…
Doug Martsch penned the line. Not really profound, but it happened to be playing on my discman just as I was typing the title of this bloggerific blog. Phil and I braved the cold and the crowds Tuesday at midnight and caught the latest and last Lord of the Rings installment. OK, I don’t want to snark too much, but I didn’t think it was as good as parts one or two. It was a…
You know, I really should be giving credit to those from whom I lift my title sentences. These past few times it’s been Built to Spill — a huge surprise, I’m sure. There’s just so many little nuggets of wisdom sprinkled in their lyrics that I can’t ignore. I want to share. It’s Christmastime, dammit! Speaking of Christmastime, there’s a Bing Crosby (I think) xmas album playing the the background at work, which is nice.…
I am suddenly outraged at my complacence and frightened for the future of our society and world. I have been reading Culture Jam, by Kalle Lasn (editor of Adbusters Magazine). Nick loaned it to Phil and I stole it last night and read the first few chapters — enough to realize that these nagging feelings I’ve had lately about culture, society, assimilation and happiness aren’t just the unsettling parts of maturing and growing up. I…
God, what an amazing day. The weather is crunk, I tell you. And I only had to work three hours today. I think I’ll head out to Hobby Lobby in about half an hour and put together an art kit for my nephew, Casey, and maybe buy some pastel paper I’ve been needing. I promised Phil I’d clean up the place so we wouldn’t have to wallow in our own filth all weekend. And then…
Oooh, when I got in to work today there was a festive basket sitting on my desk full of a ton of junk food and pretzels and holiday fun stuff. Hooray for Christmas and its ability to make compulsive gift-givers out of everyone, including me! Phil and I went shopping yesterday to check some things off our list. I didn’t do as well as I had hoped, but I got some things out of the…
I am staring at the clock, willing it to get a move on, when any other time I would be pleading with it to take it easy. Patience isn’t my forte. My philosophy final was a little softer on the ol’ cranium than I had imagined it would be. I studied the shit out of the prep questions last night while at the lab. I printed them out so I could go home and study.…
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