[Carjacking is a cry for help] Finally made it to Saltillo. We Christmas eved at Grandmaw’s. Ate too much cheese and crackers and cocktail weenies. Had fun watching the kids be silly and young. Cringed at the obligatory homophobia and racism circulating through the redneck ranks, young and old. Thanks to the icy road conditions (and my sister landing her car in a ditch), women drivers received some good-natured ribbing alongside the gays and the…
[No one looks sexy walking on ice] Does anyone besides my parents watch the Weather Channel’s programming? It’s delightfully insipid. It’s smalltalk about the weather all day, with some fun natural-disaster recaps thrown in every five hours or so. And why does the Weather Channel have the worst weatherpeople of any station? Shouldn’t the Weather Channel be the station for weatherpeople who have truly made it? There’s one guy on there from Jackson, Tenn., who…
[Just fire me already] Arrrgh! I am the worst employee ever! I was supposed to open at work today, but I’m still sitting here in my pajamas, wondering if I can make it in by 2. I’m counting on setting a start date real soon at the Appeal, but I just called and the design coordinator will be out until Monday, so I’ve got to wait for the final word before I can quit Dillard’s.…
[The key is to layer] It’s my parents’ 25th anniversary today. They spent the night in Jackson at a hotel to get some privacy. It’s nice to see the fire still burning for them. It gives me hope for the rest of us. Also, it’s the first day of winter. In case you missed it, winter apparently came early the other day when it was 10 degrees out. Today it’s been a mild 55 degrees…
[Let’s see where this 12-pack takes us] I could sit here all night and play Digby’s Donuts, but I won’t. There are gifts to wrap and canvases to paint. Plus I only have the trial version, so it would be silly to waste my whole 60 minutes tonight. Today was long. 10 hours in a department store, under buzzing lights, handling germy money. People do this for a living and don’t complain a bit. The…
Look at me, Who am I supposed to be? Who am I supposed to be? Look at me, What am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to be? Look at me, Oh my love, oh my love. Here I am, What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? Here I am, What can I do for you? What can I do for you? Here I am, Oh my love,…
[I believe in an art that cannot be compromised] Yesterday was a good day. I can’t believe it, but I got the job. I don’t know when I start or how much they’re going to pay me; they have to draw up a job offer in conjunction with the publisher first. But they said they were looking for young people with energy and a fresh perspective, and that they saw that in me and really…
[Hand finger puppets] Wow. My blog went crazy there for a while. I’ve been having trouble posting lately. Some gibberish about FTP connections. Delete, delete, delete! What a diatribe about the virtues of blogs. I’m off to Memphis in a few for the big interview. The design director said I would be there from noon until 5 or 5:30. That’s a long interview. I hope that’s a good thing, and I hope it doesn’t involve…
[Will there be minivans in heaven?] Now it’s official; I’m done with undergraduate work. I know I’ll miss compulsively embarking upon new intellectual pursuits every semester. From now on, I’ll just have to initiate them myself. I started today by picking up a bargain book at Hastings: The Failures of Integration: How Race and Class are Undermining the American Dream, by Sheryll Cashin. I think I heard this woman on NPR several months ago when…
[This is my last exit] The last week of school is always a blur to me. This is my last last week, so it’s all the more fleeting. It doesn’t really feel like I’m done with school, though, because I figure I’ll eventually come back for a master’s when I become washed up and irrelevent in my field. By then, I’ll surely feel the need to teach young ‘uns the finer points of design. That’s…
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