Finley doesn’t know about Pandora and when we showed up to his house for Ultra Cute Movie Night, he was wearing a pair of white short-shorts WELL above the knee. The first cute movie night was a raving success and we had a blast. We watched an old movie starring a young Art Garfunkel, drank […]
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psychic peaches, gray chakras. a post for Chase
I’m a bad friend. I’m a worse blogger, but I’m a bad friend. SEVERAL weeks ago, Chase and I had a pretty fantastic evening and I swore to him that I’d come here and tell the internets all about it. That was just after Christmas, I think… Anyway, my apologies, Chasetopher. This one’s for you, […]
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In my excitement to go over the next bit of my life’s adventure, I neglected to write about a sizable portion of what I’ve been up to these past few weeks. My last day at UofL was August 28th. Everything before that is largely irrelevant. I left with zero fanfare. As much as I might […]
Read more...five days in three parts
Part One – I just can’t listen to Elliott Smith the way I used to. It was spring break last week [EDIT: last week –ish] for Adam and Chelsea and they drove all the way down from Madison, WI to Louisville to waste it with me. They arrived just after I got home from work […]
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**************** Part 2 **************** It has been said that New Year’s Eve is the worst holiday in creation. Mostly, it has been me that has said this. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t really like people all that much, but I do enjoy parties (“You hate people!” “But I love gatherings. Isn’t it ironic?”). This […]
Read more...aaand we’re back
Sorry for the lapse, everybody. December was a crazy month. Just as I was settling back into life post-jury duty, I was stricken with what might have been the flu or TB, possibly bronchitis, perhaps the worst cold of my life, maybe even all four. I’m still hacking up pieces of lung every now and […]
Read more...hold my beer and watch this
Jim James from My Morning Jacket has said this about Louisville: “You move away, but you’re always going to come back.” This would have horrified 17-year-old me, but now I’m proud to say that it’s true. I think a lot of Louisvillains have had love/hate relationships with this city, but these days, I’m loving it. […]
Read more...allô allô je t’aime je t’aime
I can’t really explain why, but saying “I love you” has never been easy for me. Not to family, friends, or otherwise. It’s not that I don’t—I surely do—it’s just that I have trouble voicing the actual words. I can write it, no problem, but when I have to say it, often it comes out […]
Read more...showing up for work wearing last night’s mascara and hand stamp
Louisville metro has a little over a million and a quarter people, but you can’t take a step in this town without bumping into somebody you know. Ann and I met for dinner at Dittos where she ran into half of her 7th grade class, and then later that night at Sully’s (Kari won a […]
Read more...why I love Rania
Because when she came over for dinner last night (gazpacho), she brought not only a bottle of clear nail polish, which I’d asked for, but also a bottle of wine, which I did not. And because when we were done with the bottle, and So You Think You Can Dance was over, she drove us […]
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