Tuesday, July 31, 2007
I brought a bunch of stuff back from my mom's house to sell on the internet in order to stay busy and hopefully make some money while I don't have a job. If this picture doesn't sell some jeans that are too small for me, then there's something wrong with America.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Emaleigh and I got lunch at Harrison Street Coffee today. I had a tempeh artichoke sub and she had an egg salad sandwich. I have missed Harrison Street so much - there is no equivalent in Nashville. It's all vegetarian with unique recipies and when you order they ask if you'd like it vegan.
After we were done eating, we were sitting there talking and I noticed the reflection of fire in the drink cooler. I was confused at first, I thought maybe they were flame-broiling something in the back. It's not every day you see a raging fire. But after a minute it was still there, so we got up and looked and the stove in the kitchen was engulfed in flames. The staff was all sitting around a table in the front of the restaurant so they hadn't seen it. They rushed everybody out, grabbed fire extinguishers, and called the fire department. By the time the fire trucks got there, the fire was out, but there was still alot of smoke and everything. One of the girls who was working there offered us free coffee for seeing the fire.
So, yes, Harrison Street, even though your employees have been rude to me over the years, even though you were gruff and short with me, even though you gave me an attitude and made me feel like I wasn't cool enough to eat at your restaurant, even though I once went in with a girlfriend and on the ticket to tell the waitress where to bring our food (that I wasn't supposed to see) you wrote "guy with glasses and dyke in t-shirt," I still saved your restaurant from burning down.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Here's another thing I can't find in Tennessee: mock meats at chinese restaurants. Some places will have tofu dishes, but there's nothing like the textured vegetable protein goodness of some mock chicken from China Panda.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
I'm in Richmond at my Mom's house cleaning out my old things. Keep, trash, sell, keep, trash, give away, keep, trash, keep, sell, trash.
The saddest part of this process is that all of these Dungeons and Dragons characters (that I found in a Trapper Keeper!) will die lonely and forgotten in the recycle bin instead of heroically in battle against an orc who got lucky with his d-20 roll:
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
I played in Frostburg, Maryland last night at The Tryals. This is a series of house shows that the guys from Jon Felton and his Soulmobile put on. The performer plays two sets and the audience members submit questions on slips of paper. It was really fun. I got more comfortable answering the questions as the night went on so my answers got better. For one thing, I got used to it from answering so many questions. Also, after the sun went down, I couldn't see the audience anymore.
(Photo by Jon Felton)
Saturday, July 14, 2007
I've been traveling a bit and I made it to D.C. to see Michael Lease's outdoor art installation. I am a fan of his photos anyway, but I have to admit I wanted to go see it because it included a picture of me.
It was very good - at first it seemed like random photos thrown together, but after a few minutes I could see repeating themes and patterns.
However, it appears that somebody in D.C. considers me an enemy:
Here's what Michael's original photo of me looked like:
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
People here name their houses when they put on shows. This weekend I played at the Unicorn Palace with Priscilla Lynn and Jump the Tracks. It was a backyard party with a bonfire. Everyone who went is now covered in chigger bites. If you don't know what chigger bites are, they are SHEER AGONY.
Monday, July 02, 2007
This is such a long story, but I'll try to condense it. A mexican dude bought my old car on ebay. He was stuck in Franklin, Kentucky and wanted me to drive the car up to him. That seemed pretty shady but I wasn't sure because he paid half the amount to me through paypal immediately. My entire weekend consisted of him calling saying he'd be at my house in an hour then calling back three hours later telling me he was still stuck and asking if I could drive the car to him. Finally at 7am Sunday, he made it to my house but he was running out of dollars, so he paid me the remaining amount in pesos.