This is my god-daughter.  She is magical.

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 My bassist's cousin plays guitar for OF MONTREAL and now has a side project, YIP DECEIVER.  Here are a few shots from a show they did at The 529 in East Atlanta.


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 I really do miss writing.  Aristotle said of drama that it's an imitation of life where the characters are exaggerations of real people.  I miss taking scenarios from my life, or fantasies from my daydreams, and manipulating them like clay into grotesque caricatures of reality.

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 Say you were meeting a new person, blind date, new friend, who knows, and you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words.

Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. What would you put in the ( Read more... )

1. Why am i able to view only the last two pages (40 entries) of my friends page?

2. Why isn't a Turkey on the rocks a cheaper drink?

3. Why do dead friends stay that way?  (Dead, and friends.)

4. Why does no one comment on my posts?  I want a conversation. Have i gotten boring, or has my readership dwindled and run for the hills of TweeterBook?

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A decidedly untornadic tornado just blew -- or whimpered? -- through northwest Georgia this evening, bringing with it a little bit of anticipation and excitement. The wife urged us all to retreat into the back bathroom to cower -- under a mattress, no doubt -- in preparation of what she was confident would be the Storm of the CenturytmInstead, i ( Read more... )

We rocked it at the Star Bar in Atlanta for the third annual Hollyfest, a multi-band commemoration of the day the music died.  That shit was fun.

Black Friday.  Bah.

I'm at the bar with some PBRs, my smokes, and a laptop.  I can simultaneously grade schoolwork, slam beers, chain smoke Camels, edit photographs, get lost in the Wiki-hole, and book gigs.  I am uber-slacker.

The wife and kids have trudged off into the rainy madness, searching for that elusive half-off item that was advertised.  Me ( Read more... )