December, 2008

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Dolly Parton got a package from UPS.

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

I saw it.  Seriously, between my house and here (Frothy Monkey), I saw Dolly’s compound receive a package from UPS.  OBVIOUSLY I waited around to see who answered to door- it seemed to be a serf.  Sadly.  Because tell me that wouldn’t be a dream come true to see Dolly sign for her own parcel.

Maybe I have just set myself some sort of new goal.  See a day-in-the-life of Dolly. I mean, I could just watch Steel Magnolias, but something tells me that’s not totally realistic.  Because it was filmed in the 90s.  And Julia Roberts does not have diabetes in real life. And those are the main reasons it’s not realistic.

I am rambling….. and it has taken me over half an hour to get this far in this post.

Which is completely due to the fact that I am distracted by sales online, my friend Betsy finally being back in Nash and sitting here at FroMo with me, emailing with Kat about BMN, emailing about Mocha Club awesomeness (did you get your shirt yet?), emailing about potential jobs, planning for THIS CONFERENCE tomorrow.

And I am pretty certain that if you have EVER read this blog before, you know that I’m sorta kinda REALLY excited about going to a blog conference.  Because there are some SPARKS when dorks unite, y’all.

I’m really a cornucopia of excitement right now, aren’t I?  I have never felt so underwhelmed by my own life before.

But Annie Parsons and I are going to the Bluebird Cafe tonight, so I’m thinking there is potential for the third installment of Adventures in Nashville.  Which is always an embarrassment pleasure.

I’m going to stop typing now.  Cause I might be lowering your IQ.  My apologies.

Some would call me Barbara Walters.

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

Based on my hard-hitting journalistic style.

JJ Heller Interview Part 2

Enjoy.

And yes, at some point today I will actually write a blog post.  This I promise you.

Is this kinda like working in the “biz”?

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

Here’s my first excursion into other blogdoms.  [Don't worry, AnnieBlogs.com, you are still my first blog love.] But this is of the musical variety.

An Interview with JJ Heller

If you are a blogger, you should totally be joining the Bloggable Music Network.  All the cool kids are doing it.

Squint.

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

Last night, Meredith and I helped Marisa put up her Christmas tree.  After a series of unfortunate events [which had there been a camera would be a blog post in itself], we finally had the tree in place, the star on top, and it was time to string the lights.

As we would finish a strand, Marisa would have us step back, squint our eyes, and look at the tree.  “It’s prettier that way,” she claimed.  So I shuffled a few feet backwards, squinted, and sure enough.  Something about it was lovely. Like, deep-in-your-core kind of lovely.

When I finally left after much chatting and some delicious cookies, I took a different route home.  I went through town instead of using the highway.  And as I pulled up to the stoplight at the intersection of 4th Avenue and Demonbreun, I was facing downtown. The big city of Nashville. All the tall buildings had scattered lights on, proof that important people were working too late or someone was cleaning up after them.  Either way, it shimmered.

Rain was dripping, not really falling.  But my windshield had little droplets that made the light from the tall buildings refract a bit. While waiting for the red light to turn green, I squinted my eyes.

The brightness of the lights mixed with the raindrops through my squinted view- it was lovely.

I don’t recall what song was on the radio.  I thought I would.  The night sky was really black and I was the only one at the intersection.  My car had warmed up, though the outside temperature read a chilly 36 degrees. I stopped squinting and just looked.

I took a deep breath and thought, “I am going to remember this moment forever.”

Because sitting in my car right there on 4th Avenue, I fell in love with Nashville.

I need Africa. Do you?

Monday, December 1st, 2008

Y’all. I’m really pumped about today. REALLY. QUITE. PUMPED.

Because if you’ll recall, last week I told you why I need Africa. And all these people told you, too.

And today, I want you to read what my friend Barrett, el capitan de Mocha Club, wrote about why he needs Africa. Yeah, he lives there. Here’s the start of it….

When I think of Africa, the following images immediately come to mind: Starvation. AIDS. Child soldiers. Genocide. Sex slaves. Orphans. From there, my thoughts naturally turn to how I can help, how I can make a difference. “I am needed here,” I think. “They have so little, and I have so much.” It’s true, there are great tragedies playing out in Africa everyday. There is often a level of suffering here that is unimaginable until you have seen it, and even then it is difficult to believe. But what is even harder is reconciling the challenges that many Africans face with the joy I see in the people. It’s a joy that comes from somewhere I cannot fathom, not within the framework that has been my life to this day.

You can totally should read the rest of it HERE.

And this video. It rules.

So. Do you feel that yet? That little place in your knower that is moved by this video and this campaign and this idea? Yeah, me too. Sounds like we all could use…. a new tshirt? What? Huh?

Oh yes! And you KNOW how I feel about tshirts [love.them.]

Head over to MOCHA CLUB and check out how you can get a shirt, help this cause, and most importantly, continue the conversation.

Because it’s true. I need Africa more than Africa needs me.

And I bet you do too.

This is only the beginning……

This isn’t really a “post”, per say.

Monday, December 1st, 2008

It’s more of a CELEBRATION!!

Because at 11:28pm CST, I finished the editing job that I have been working on for 2 months!

I emailed that puppy out and then interrupted my late night study buddies [props to Justin and Derek!], forced them to give me high fives, and then ran downstairs and bought us a round of yogurt covered pretzels.

Cause nothing says celebration like sugar wrapped around carbs.

And this is me, with the part that I am not sharing.  My favorite candy bar.

Look at that face.  You know what that face says?

  1. I am excited to be finished with my inaugural editing job.
  2. I love sugar in many-a-form.
  3. Are the boys seeing me do this across the table and mocking me in their minds?
  4. Probably.

Monday. 1pm.  Be here.