back to the fuschia

If you’ve ever been to Bardstown Road after 9pm, you’ve probably seen the Pool Party Express. It’s an old, hollowed out fire truck that carries drunk people up and down the street, playing loud music, like a parade float or an open-air party bus. Counter-intuitively, there is no water involved. Kari booked the PPE for […]

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old fiends

There are a lot of reasons why I’m glad I moved back to Kentucky, but there have been some unexpected consequences. Not negative consequences, necessarily, but unexpected. I knew there were a sparse handful of old acquaintances still living in Louisville, but I didn’t realize there were an abundance of locals that I’d actually want […]

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I want your garbage

I’m not the most green-living oriented person I’ve ever met, but I try to do my part. I go out of my way to recycle (there’s no collection in my apartment community), I’m a vegetarian largely because of energy concerns, my lightbulbs are funky-shaped, I pay an extra $5 on my electricity bill that presumably […]

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