You know when you find out about something from a friend and you’re all like, “This looks cool. I’ll try it out.” And you do. And then you’re all like, “Holy shit, I’m never going to use anything else ever again!” So yeah, that’s what happened to me when I started using Luxury Lane Soap … [Read more…]
I have been listening to these two songs on repeat for pretty much the past week. I am obsessed. They both appear on the soundtrack of Baz Luhrmann’s adaptation of The Great Gatsby. (No surprise that he compiled a fantastic one). The whole album is great, but I can’t get these two songs out of my … [Read more…]
Prom season wrapped up a while back, marking an end to the parade of couples taking pictures down at our local park. On a few particular Saturdays in April, instead of the walkers, runners, and families enjoying the outdoors, you’d witness groupings of youths, clad in any manner of fancy dress precariously positioned near the … [Read more…]
We are at the beach with my family this week, but I am thoroughly grumpy today, all thanks to a sprained ankle, which I’m calling the Great Hilton Head Ankle Sprain Disaster (or G.H.H.A.S.D). I swear, that curb came outta nowhere. So, to make myself feel better, I’ve been looking at these kick-ass lamps by … [Read more…]
Sir Patrick Stewart ranks highly on my list of excellent actors and all-around damned-good people. I remember his beautiful, shining head and liquid voice when he played Captain Jean-Luc Picard on Star Trek: TNG. As a Shakespeare scholar, I have immense respect for him on the stage; his various portrayals of Macbeth, as well as his Claudius to … [Read more…]
Came across this Billy Collins poem, which is apt for Mother’s Day. I’m interested in its portrayal of debt and in how, as children, we fail to recognize our bankrupt state. To paraphrase the Black Widow, we will always have red in our ledger, owed to the people who raised us, be they mothers, fathers, … [Read more…]
This is what happens when you try to make a Mother’s Day card while also looking after a toddler. It might also indicate the sorry state of my spelling and proofreading skills. There I was, happily coloring at the table whilst listening to the Beastie play in the living room. Perhaps I was imagining the sweet … [Read more…]
Randomly thought of this little gem today– Robert Herrick’s “Upon Julia’s Clothes.” Upon Julia’s Clothes Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me! This poem has … [Read more…]
Almost exactly a year ago, Austin and I closed on our fabulous 1960s basement rancher in Knoxville, TN, fully solidifying the fact that I was moving back to my hometown. Hell, I was moving within two miles of where I grew up. We’d lived six of the last seven years in Jackson, MS, and while … [Read more…]
We woke up to a delicious morning here in East Tennessee. Just slightly chill but with the promise of later warmth. A poem is in order, I think. I haven’t had time to fully unravel it yet, but I am intrigued by its ambiguous treatment of the past, how it is at once relinquished and … [Read more…]