Asheville is the shit. Let’s just get that out of the way real quick. Because Asheville, for whatever reason, is one of those places that has flown completely under my radar. It wasn’t until I was trying to think of interesting places to visit on the last half of my pre-Christmas vacation that my pal Shane suggested it to me, since it’s so dang close to Gatlinburg (less than a two-hour drive). He said his…
I feel like I’ve been living out of a suitcase for a month. I’m glad to be home and I’m glad that the first thing I did when I got to Memphis was take a shower and then go eat some crazy-ass food (ox tail soup and some technicolor potatoes and some other things I forgot how to describe) with my crazy-ass friends, and watch Psycho Killers in Love. Or at least I think that’s…
My brain is full of fun things, and I’m ready to go home. [Project 365]
So I slept an hour last night and got up at 6:30 this morning. I can guarantee I won’t make that mistake again tonight; I am already crashing big time and I’ve taken NyQuil to make sure I don’t wake up for eight hours. If that doesn’t work then I am going to be in a lot of trouble tomorrow. It would probably involve a lot of car crying. This morning I made it to…
I’m in Durham, N.C., at a Comfort Inn near I-40, decompressing before a weekend blitz of multimedia training at UNC — Chapel Hill. I’m pretty excited about it; whatever I learn I’ll be expected to bring back and spread among the designers at the newspaper. So I’m hoping it’ll be chock full of good stuff. I am so so so glad I went ahead and got that shot yesterday. I’ve felt more or less like…
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