I didn’t plan to end up in a cemetery yesterday, but I did. I had the day off work and after an indulgent morning spent lounging in bed, watching TV, I got the itch to go somewhere and take photos. And, after driving around for a little while, City Cemetery is where I ended up. The City Cemetery is Nashville’s oldest continuously operated public cemetery. So much history and so many prominent Nashvillians rest there.…
You know. For your FEMALE DISORDERS like feelings and dreams. (From the always incredible BIRCH from Memphis Flickr feed.)
More news designs to share! This small but fun package ran this past Sunday in Viewpoint. The story –which is a great read and might make you tear up a little or, ahem, a lot — is here.
I remember that peach jogging suit. I was 10 or 11. I was doing the tango with puberty. It was an ugly, lumpy time. I have been up all night scanning old photos with the new fancy scanner that doesn’t even need me to draw boundaries around photos before saving them. IT JUST KNOWSSS!!! Technology is the best. A metric crapload of what I uploaded tonight got transfered to Flickr and Facebook; blame the booze…
When my friends Brandon and Amanda moved into their new apartment, they came upon an April 4, 1950, issue of The Commercial Appeal, and they were kind enough to let me get my grubby paws on it. The thing is quite yellowed and brittle, and has a tendency to shed bits of itself as you flip carefully from page to page. It’s fascinating stuff; the pages are absolutely chock full of tiny briefs and stories…
Happy Friday, world. God bless the Twittertubes.
So Randal has a post up about memory-mapping, which is a concept I just love because I am constantly trying to grab onto ways to bank my memories before my brain kicks them out or muddies them too much, so and I have jumped on board with all my baggage and made my own memory map. It’s just such a lovely little concept, I think, to find yourself combing over topography and allowing specific memories…
DC treated me right. I’ll admit — I’m a little smitten. But I’ll write more about that later. [Project 365]
So it’s not quite as easy on the eardrums as the far more common fifth-of-November trope, but everyone remembers the fifth of November. Why can’t the ninth of January get a little love? Sure, it exists in that no man’s land between New Year’s Day and Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t mean it’s not important. In the sense that every day you’re not dead is important, I guess. I figure anyone’s life can be judged…
Today’s the 75th anniversary of the date the 21st Amendment was ratified, ending prohibition. Tonight? We celebrate by drinking cheap domestic swill! And tequila! Huzzah!
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