I got the idea to share my handwriting here from the 20SB weekly blogging prompt. I’ve always found handwriting interesting, and anything handwritten is inevitably more personal than something typed, texted, or otherwise word-processed. Both of my parents have impeccable handwriting, which I’m sure has a lot to do with the era in which they went … Continue reading
My dad has always been a good storyteller, which is something I’ve admired about him for as long as I can remember. When I was little he used to tell this scary story to me and my sister and our friends about a man who cut off his toe with a garden hoe. I don’t … Continue reading
Yeah, working on that. (Thanks Trey.)
After a brief hiatus, I’m back with another edition of the Learning Curve. I apologize for the delay, oh ye of little faith, but as I have mentioned, I’m a procrastinator, and I’ve been semi-engrossed with Sloane Crosley’s I Was Told There’d Be Cake for the past few weeks and simply hadn’t gotten around to … Continue reading
For this week’s Learning Curve I’ll be rambling about the 1976 film All the President’s Men, which is based on the book by Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward chronicling their investigation of the Watergate break-in. The thing about this movie is that I put off watching it all last week because even though this is … Continue reading
For the past few weeks I’ve been finding scraps of paper stuffed into my coat pockets or buried at the bottom of my purse with little pieces of advice from Tim scribbled on them. Read Chuck Klosterman Listen to the Manic Street Preachers Eat at Graffiti Burger Debt snowballing Banana parfait at Jeni’s “Amanda” by … Continue reading
I recently participated in this project called Eleven/Eleven that I found out about from my friend Allison. Allison’s friend, Kaleena, is doing a project in her mother’s memory where she makes 1000 paper cranes in one year and photographs each crane in a different location. Since it’s a bit much to go to 1000 different locations … Continue reading
Last week I went to an Aerosmith concert in Cincinnati with my sister, my dad, and my dad’s friend who he “rides” with (Harleys…yeah, my dad is totally a biker). I got day drunk on the lawn and was extremely puzzled by the opening act, which was Sammy Hagar—who, if you don’t know, is widely … Continue reading
It’s Saturday, and Caitlyn and I are sitting on bar stools looking at each other uncertainly, not sure how to go about “going out for a beer.” We’re trying our best not to get too drunk to drive her car back home, but the threat of mind-numbing boredom that comes with being sober in a … Continue reading
There are good days and there are bad days, and there are days that are just okay. This morning I had cake for breakfast which I thought meant it would be a good day, but it ended up being more of a bad one, because it was a dwelling day, a day where I fell … Continue reading
Dressed to Chill 