Sunday, September 26, 2010

Arrgghh...Behind Again!

I've slipped down the lazy slope of regular posting again. Apologies.

Two weeks ago, my friends Sunshine, Kelly, and I surprised our other awesome friend Marty for her 30th birthday. She recently moved to Kansas City (a much easier city for us to surprise her in...a 4 hr drive) and we snuck up one drizzly Saturday afternoon. We got her good and had a blast all being together and eating insanely delicious food. I can't wait to visit again!

For some reason I love taking photos of shuttered gas stations. Every time I drive to Kansas City I want to stop at Ozarkland. Finally I was with driving companions who were game.
Only at Ozarkland can you find such fascinating tomes like this:
And this:
And a wide variety of "fun" hats. Here Sunshine and I are the two oldest, grumpiest rave-goers ever:
This is a real billboard in Kansas City. I love how it is titled "Attention Ladies" and then quickly says "I know you are a man..."
Kelly and Sunshine at dinner
Marty and Patrick, the amazing husband who put the whole surprise together.
Patrick again.


Thursday, September 23, 2010

"What Happens When New York Gets Drunk!"

I told Kelly about this clip the other day, knowing she'd get a kick out of Tina Fey's stories about the night of the Emmy Awards:

But then Kelly did me one better and sent me this link - of the best dance party in the universe!!

Has the Hamm love gone too far? Sorry, I can't help myself.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I Think I'm Going In A Straight Line...

Sunday night, exhausted after our debaucherous night in Tulsa seeing the Pixies with friends, we managed to rally and head down to George's to catch Lucinda Williams. As I mentioned before, this was my fifth time to see her play here in Fayetteville. Every time has been different. The first was in 1999, on her Car Wheels On a Gravel Road tour. Perhaps the most meaningful was in September 2001, about two weeks after September 11th, when she played with her full band. Ron Sexsmith opened for her (I regret not listening more closely to his set because I love him now). She played a really rockin' show which I think we all needed. "You've got no right to take my joy/I want it back," we all screamed along with her as we were all lifted, momentarily, out of our collective stupor, fear, and shock. Powerful stuff, music.

Then I saw her twice at the Walton Arts Center. Once as part of a poetry performance with her father, Miller Williams. Then again a few years ago with D. when she had her band with her again but couldn't exactly dance or carry on. Assigned seating does that to an audience, you know.

Sunday night was a bar setting (preferred way to see bands, without a doubt) and so very intimate. There were probably less than 500 people there, many of whom knew her personally, or her father, or, like me, just adore nearly every song and lyric she writes. It was she and her guitar alone, but she managed to make it complex and loud and beautiful and soulful. It didn't hurt that I found myself at the very front of the crowd when the show began. I took over 100 pictures. Here are some of my favorites:

This is her father, Miller, reading his "most anthologized poem" in which Lucinda is featured prominently.
In case you're wondering - here is that lovely poem:

The Caterpillar

--Miller Williams

Today on the lip of a bowl in the backyard
we watched a caterpillar caught in the circle
of his larvel assumptions
my daughter counted
27 times he went around
before rolling back and laughing
I'm a caterpillar, look
she left him
measuring out his slow green way to some place
there must have been a picture of inside him
After supper
coming from putting the car up
we stopped to look
figured he crossed the yard
once every hour
and left him
when we went to bed
wrinkling no closer to my landlord's leaves
than when he somehow fell into his private circle
Later I followed
barefeet and doorclicks of my daughter
to the yard the bowl
a milkwhite moonlight eye
in the black grass
it died
I said honey they don't live very long
In bed again
re-covered and re-kissed
she locked her arms and mumbling love to mine
until yawning she slipped
into the deep bone-bottomed dish of sleep
Stumbling drunk around the rim
I hold
the words she said to me across the dark
I think he thought he was
going in a straight line.

And then Lucinda took the stage:
She was really relaxed and seemed to be having fun, even. I like this one of her smiling:
I covet her studded cowgirl boots. D. covets the guitar she played. A Gibson J45, according to him.
It was muggy and hot Sunday night and she took off her long-sleeved shirt, revealing a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt underneath for her encore.

It feels great to be in love with music again.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

I'm In A State, I'm In...A State

It's rare for me to have the opportunity to see a band live whom I REALLLLLY love. My super-duper, all-time favorites are all disbanded or have lost members...which, say what you will, rusts the magic of the original line-up, given they ever try to get a tour together or whatnot.

But tonight, TONIGHT, my friends....I will be seeing The (fucking) PIXIES!!!

And then tomorrow night we're going to see Lucinda Williams. This will be my 5th time to see her live and I'm hoping she plays some of my favorite older songs, as well as new ones. This song got me through some rough patches...."how does broken find the bone." Also hoping for a rockin' rendition of "Changed The Locks." Can't even type. Need to go get a shower and hit the road!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Attn: Marketing Directors!

You have THIS MAN as one of the film's stars:And yet THIS is your primary film poster????

Ladies, back me up - which film would you rather see: the one with dreamy Jon Hamm or the one with the super creepy wrinkled nun?

(Dudes - I could have just as easily made this comparison with Blake Lively, amiright?)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Guess what I did for the FIRST TIME EVER since starting this blog four years ago?

I made succotash.

No shit.

And it was delicious. Pardon this blurry cell phone picture, but first I sauteed onions and garlic in some butter & olive oil, then added fresh corn (cut off the cob, natch), frozen lima beans, chopped celery and tomatoes and then at the end added chopped green onions and parsley & basil from my garden. A little parmesan and some whole wheat noodles made it perfect. Yum.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Whoa, Out of Nowhere Soapbox Rant

Man, y'all...having a teenage girl in the house is like having a life-size pressure cooker running around, always under threat of an explosion of beans or rice or something boiling and nasty spewing all over the place.

Not really, but today did begin with hysterics and door slamming and lots of tears. I didn't mean to incite it. Really! Then the real story for her eruption came out and I am ONE LIVID MAMA GRIZZLY (ewww....thanks for ruining this image forever, Sarah Palin). Seems some teenage girls are using the internet to talk shit about my beautiful baby. Jeez, girls...get it together. It's bad enough having to be 15 and worried about everything in the world and completely stressed out all the time. But to have to on top of that worry about someone blabbing for everyone in Facebookland to see lies and insinuations and bullshit about you? I really want to reach through the computer screen and wring these kids' necks. I remember 10th grade. It was intense. If there were Facebook back then I would have loved/hated it. And that's the truth. I still do, as a matter of fact! Facebook - you are the devil: an evil temptation, a time waster, a shit-stirrer, an information conduit, a host for any number of parasitic lies, viruses, and ridiculous bullshit.

My point is...I forgive Stella for saying something awful to me this morning.

Friday, September 10, 2010


Some things I've managed to master in my 35 years:
  • Knowing the exact times of day when the women's bathroom at work is completely empty.
  • Homemade pizza dough.
  • Parallel parking.
  • Saying "no" gracefully.
  • Knowing when to say "no" UNgracefully.
  • Using "ungracefully" in a sentence fragment.
  • Google image searching.
  • Knowing EXACTLY how far my car will go before running out of gas.
Next up, the list of things I haven't mastered yet. Expect that in about a hundred thousand days.

Monday, September 06, 2010

True Holiday From Labor

We spent the weekend at our favorite place in northwest Arkansas - the banks of the Kings River. "We" being D., me, Stella, our newest housemate Rasha, an incredible woman (Fulbright scholar from Syria here to get her master's degree in Archaeology), and the two dogs. Not only did it somehow work, it was a magical, beautiful weekend that included sleeping in, finishing the novel I started back in June (Little Bee. Fantastic and haunting), cooking and eating several wonderful meals, swimming, exploring a cave, sunbathing, and a fun night out in town.
Bored teenagers binding their hands and feet.

Love those late summer colors:

Here is Rasha with Grayson, lead singer and banjo player for Mountain Sprout, one of our favorite local bands.
Rasha with Django.

Sunday, September 05, 2010

On Holiday

We're out at the river this weekend....sleeping in, cooking meals together, mimosas and dipping in the water this morning, exploring caves, planning an excursion in town.  And I've been reading.  Heavenly!!