The Cat Power show last night was fun. As an added bonus, it was Teeny Hodges’ birthday, and they gave him a cake and balloons and everyone sang the birthday song, and then his family came onstage and danced while he sang a number with the Memphis Rhythm Band and Chan took a break backstage. Then Chan came back and she and Teeny sang “Where Is My Love” as a duet, and he kept giving…
I wear rubber shoes with holes in them on rainy days, knowing full well that getting from my car to my door is going to require some deep-pothole diving that, truth be told, calls for highwaters and galoshes and is completely unsuited for holey footwear and whatever dingy, unmatched sockery might lurk beneath. But these rubber shoes with holes in them are just so damned comfortable. I know everyone else jumped on this bandwagon back…
I idle at mildly cynical, so I generally take a dim view of People and their selfish motivations (my sister was worried all night Sunday that the things they’d salvaged but left behind would be taken by looters, which is what happend to our cousins when their house burned down 16 or so years ago and my grandmother’s parents’ house when it burned down when she was younger), but I’m continually amazed at the completely…
Here’s a couple of pictures my mom took of the fire damage. The first is of the outside of the house, near the back, where the worst damage was. And here’s a closeup of the back room, where the fire allegedly started from some faulty wiring that, I think, was hooked to a computer. Here’s a video my mom took yesterday after the firefighters quieted the blaze: Today they begin the process of getting the…
I had intended to take more of a break from this blog than just a few days — you know, the kind of break where you’re away for long enough to remember what it’s like to have a life that exists without narration. But then you remember that you narrate your life in your head anyway, so you might as well write it down somewhere. Big things happen and you want to share them, even…
So, I’m still blog-breaking, but I just had to write something today, of all days, because it’s a big effing deal. You spend 11 hours at work, slinging election pages, updating numbers and charts and articles until 2 a.m., and you have a very superficial and vague understanding of what’s actually happening — it’s a hopeful understanding, based on sheer numbers — but your focus isn’t on digesting the information, it’s on getting the shit…
What was I thinking? So, a backup plan. Hmmmm. Back. Up. Plan. For several months now I’ve felt the sharp pangs of regret that I did not get over my fear of carnage enough to become a doctor. Foolish girl!
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