Storm stuff I totally forgot to mention: • Last night as the wind kicked up and howled around the buildings downtown, we watched with nervousness as the giant plate-glass windows that front our newsroom bent and bowed with every gust. I just kept imagining them flying out of their frames and into the newsroom, crashing into cubicles and giving out concussions. • On the way home, blocks and blocks of Midtown were pitch black without…
I drove down to Hickory Hill to do some quality rubbernecking this morning (what? it’s citizen journalism), but my efforts were thwarted by the Memphis PD, which had all the streets around the mall blocked off. Everyone else in the city seemed to have had the same idea as I had, though, as the streets were choked with traffic — the kind of traffic that doesn’t really have any place to be in particular, but…
Technically, no. At least that was the argument a feisty* co-worker and I put forth last night when we got the first-edition edition papers and were looking through them for errors. “Unwitting suicide bombers” — that’s the phrase that keeps popping up in all the reports. It may seem completely stupid for me to quibble with semantics in the face of such a horrific act as strapping explosives to mentally disabled women and blowing them…
I hope the mayo was rotten and the chicken infested with salmonella. You feckless cretin.
[for Saturday, Oct. 27] I work with some crafty people. Project 365
[for Saturday, Oct. 20] Movie fatigue set in big time when I strolled into the office Saturday — already a cruel joke snickered by the universe — and was immediately informed that my desk would be unavailable for work. Instead, I’d have truck it back to the sports department to do my damn job. There was movie equipment — lights, boards, monitors, etc. — all around my cube. Movie people were standing around, looking at…
[for Friday, Oct. 19] (Why do I suddenly feel like John Ritter really missed a career opportunity here?) The movie people weren’t all up in the newsroom yesterday like they were Thursday. Which was a relief for my workplace ADD. Instead, they were all up in the editor’s office filming Angela Bassett-as-editor scenes. They moved our editor’s manly leather couch out and replaced it with a more “feminine” couch so as to be believable. (I…
When I stepped off the elevator at work today, I entered into a magical land of grips and extras and cameras and God knows what else. The newsroom is quite packed with people I’ve never seen before and will never see again, including Noah Wyle (who is very handsome), Angela Bassett, and Kate Beckinsale. You know, you try to be aloof and above the commotion, but when you’re a total dork movie fan, the whole…
[for Wednesday, Oct. 17] (click photo for notes) They’re filming a movie at my place of employ. The whole process is mostly interesting, with just a smidge of annoying crap thrown in. Annoying: There are lots of tattooed, unwashed dudes walking around with ladders and boxes, installing lights and blinds and green film over the windows. The newsroom is now so bright that we all feel like we’re working under spotlights. The green film on…
The fabulous Ms. Mary K, founder of Culture Grits, a Memphis culture webzine, was kind enough to let me submit some photos for publication. And here they are, in all their amateur glory. Check out the rest of the issue. I especially enjoyed the interview with Kelley Anderson, founder of the Southern Girls Rock ‘n’ Roll Camp. I had at least one women’s studies class at MTSU with Kelley, and she was always the most…
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