A gloomy gray December day sounds like the right time to sit in a coffee shop with Radiohead on my headphones, writing all day.
But two out of three isn’t so bad.
Lessons from adulthood
Lesson No. 1: Apparently no one works the day after Christmas. Downtown is dead.
Let go of the worry, there’s so much nobody understands
“We are all shipwrecked. All castaways… One day we all wake on the beach, our heads caked with sand, sea-foam stinging our eyes, fiddler crabs picking at our roses and the taste of salt caked on our lips. … And, like it or not, it is there that we realize we are all in need of Friday to come rescue us off this island, because we don’t speak the language and we can’t read the messages in the bottle.” –Charles Martin, When Crickets Cry
Something I read this afternoon reminded me of this quote. Although my mom loved this book, I was really dissatisfied with it… all of it, but this one passage. Something about this paragraph resonates…
Now, I’m going to listen to some Ryan Adams.
High beyond imagination
Current obsessions:
Our Little Hymnal by Holler, Wild Rose!
This Breaks My Heart of Stone by Red Mountain Church
Just thought you might need to know that.
GAME DAY round-up
What might have been (Tuscaloosa News)
Chris Walsh: Neutral site games coming back in style (Tuscaloosa News)
T-News staff picks (Tuscaloosa News)
Red Tide in Jacksonville for game, too (Press-Register)
‘Noles love lost for Tiders once fond of FSU (Birmingham News)
Kevin Scarbinsky: For Seminoles, the ’90s are a long time ago (Birmingham News)
Dennis Pillion: Strength vs. strength: Bama offense vs. FSU defense (al.com)
Paul Gettis: So much anticipation (al.com)
Two big programs, one huge game (Florida Times-Union)
FSU-Alabama predictions (Florida Times-Union)
Game vs. Alabama triggers memories (Tallahassee Democrat)
River City magical for the Seminoles (Tallahassee Democrat)
Florida’s largest city has something for all (Tallahassee Democrat)
Florida State Seminoles vs. Alabama Crimson Tide (Tallahassee Democrat)
Bright lights, big city
Three good things about City Stages:
1. Most downtown offices closed early today because of the mayhem surrounding their buildings.
2. I got a weekend pass for free.
3. My parking garage is NOT on one of the closed streets.
So it’s the opening night of the city’s biggest music festival, but I’m heading off to a coffee shop to watch some friends of a friend of a friend play music. I might put in an appearance at City Stages later. And just in case, I am so prepared.
I have my map and schedule both reprinted from the newspaper PDFs so I can neatly fold them in my purse… I’ve marked both the stages I care about, my work building and my parking garage… and the schedule is highlighted with horizontal marks on the bands I know I want to see and vertical on those I might want to see.
Let’s rock and roll. (Or, um, bluegrass and… roll.)
ETA: Did you know the digital sign downtown was spelling Ludacris as Ludicrous, at least all day yesterday?
Gonna get back to basics, guess I’ll start it up again
Standing on a darkened stage
Reasons why I’m not blogging much lately:
1. Unwanted company
2. Honestly, I’d rather sit with you and pour my heart out than do it on the Internet. And so I have been.
3. A lot of what I’ve wanted to say has been really passive-aggressive and directed toward specific people. I’m trying to avoid that.
4. I’m trying to take the time to sort out my thoughts on my own. Or at the very least, without an audience.
5. I’ve been a little bit busy (living out numbers two through four, actually).
6. I’m in a cynical mood here lately, and I don’t know that it would do me much good to walk through it online.
I’ll be back, I’m sure. Maybe sooner than later.
Say goodbye to the lines that we’ve colored in
I think sometimes that my heart is something I carry around on pieces of paper instead of in my body and soul.
Scraps I’ve found today:
“I feel like a vase that’s been shattered on the floor – not one of those made out of thick, cut glass, but something finer and more delicate that splinters into shards so thin that you pick them up with your bare feet for days afterward.”
“I just want to skip the part where it’s work – where it’s high heels and strapless bras. (OK, but I’m a little … high maintenance. That part is my life.) I want sweat pants and doing nothing and Sunday afternoons.
But I bet when I get there, I’ll find myself nostalgic for flirtation and first dates.
Or … for someone with whom I can have both.”
–written … sometime in November
There’s a girl in the basement coming out of her shell
I am feeling more optimistic right now than I have in a long while.
At the same time, I get a little more disillusioned every day.