Music town

I don't know how, but I am continuously surprised by how much this town is driven by its music.  I went to see The Future Islands this past Saturday at Caledonia Lounge.  That place is small, and while you're listening (in this case, to my current favorite band), you're also forced to be involved in other people's listening experience.  The head-bopping, the yelling, the singing, the trances for some.  You see, very easily, that you are the farthest from the only one involved emotionally with the music you've come to hear.

The band gave a mini-speech, in fact, about how Athens, Georgia, had changed their lives, made their music better.  This place's magic might be myth, but if so it's a dream we've all bought into.

To enjoy music at 1am on a Saturday night, you probably should first ingest a little Mezcal.

And the next morning you're better off skipping the kitchen and eating breakfast outside (this is Big City Bread).

Rain, go the hell away

I am usually one of those people that adores the rain. Pajama pants, hot coffee, comfort food, reruns, yada yada. So this weekend was nice. But now it's the week, and I need some sunshine to feel motivated with my work. I almost posted a real blog last night but honestly my rain lethargy is ruling my life right now. Currently blogging to you from Jittery Joe's where I am set up by the window with a stack of newspaper clippings. Cheers to all and here's hoping for some sun soon.

PS Daisy the dog hates this damn rain too.

Quote of the day.

Photo essay: a visit from a best friend

Catherine returns to Athens for her birthday, some quality porch time, and my last week is best expressed in photographs of beverages.

Cards against Humanity

If you haven't played this game, I advise you google it straight away. Be warned, its content is not for the faint of heart or the...conservative.

Here's the hand my friends Brian, Claire, Kelli and Matt dealt me when my question was: what is one of my greatest strengths.

Dirty dirty!

Mottos edition

How someone sees me.

It's always so strange to get a glimpse of what somehow actually thinks of you.  Rarer, still, to see it illustrated.  A beautiful, gracious friend of mine is an academic and an artist; she sketched this out.  I don't remember when or where I said the phrase that's under the picture, but what's amazing is that she knew to pick that one out as the one that mattered.  Of all the million things I've said over the years here in Athens!

Excuse the other random words floating around--this is an excerpt she shared from a larger page of sketches about UGA and her time here.

Happy weekending everyone!