Once your table becomes That Table on which strangers discard all their empty beer bottles during a show, it’s time to go home.
Confession: Even after four years of social work school, people with serious mental illnesses still freak me out more than just about anything.
Marking 800+ Google Reader items as read doesn’t feel like a cop-out; it feels great.
Brian Eno’s song “The Big Ship” is good for the soul.
I got a paper journal in Asheville last weekend and I paid too much for it, but it smells good and it smells like leather. And remembering what it’s like not writing for an audience is priceless.
Being caught in the rain in January isn’t quite as nice as being caught in the rain in June.
I stayed put this weekend and I felt agitated but it was good. Having good friends around helps with that.
Sometimes I write things on Nashvillest.com and other times I work a real job that involves lots of airports, hotels, spreadsheets and the occasional pantsuit. Avid roadtripper, lover of redbud trees and firm believer in taking the scenic route. These are a few of my favorite things.
