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The woman with no nose
I know where she goes
The old guy with the gold eye
we go back, he and I
Don't smile
We don't do that here, baby
Love in the shadows was never hard to find
but sometimes the moonglow
plays tricks on your mind
Love in the shadows is the only kind
The whispers you hear
are not sweet nothings
Let's have one more beer
and I'll tell you something
Don't laugh
I think you're beautiful...

-The Magnetic Fields, "Love in the Shadows"

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Sunday, June 30, 2002
01:45 p.m.
Photos from my New York trip.

Say what you want, mean what you say. | 2 comments

New York, New York
Thursday, June 27, 2002
12:32 a.m.
I'm off to New York for a few days to check out an apartment in Brooklyn and feel out what could be my new home.

I'll be back with pictures and a better explanation on Saturday.

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sweet breath
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
01:05 p.m.
In this time of unmatched upheaval and uncertainty, my Crest SpinBrush brings me joy.

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Friday, June 21, 2002
03:25 p.m.
Seen today on the back of a pick-up truck at my bank:

#3 Gone to race in a better place.

Discuss | 5 comments

Happiness is...
Friday, June 21, 2002
01:13 p.m.
Happiness is finding that the letter you're mailing, just after wincingly buying a 0 plane ticket to New York, reads "No postage necessary if mailed in the United States."

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then she went all photogasmic
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
02:47 p.m.
Took a little road trip to Atlanta to see David Cross a second time--his last stop on his short tour. Atlanta is his hometown so I figured the fever at this show would outweigh even the fun had in Nashville. Perhaps it was the venue, the people or maybe he was tired, but the jokes--in essence the same--fell sort of flat, as if everyone was saving their laughter for just the punchline. Just a little less spectacular, nothing to complain about. And with driving time at three hours, it was a relatively cheap mini-holiday.

Stopped in Chattanooga to See Rock City (a cool book about the painted barns advertising it) and Ruby Falls. I let my camera come too.

Click on a picture to view the gallery.

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heh. heh heh heh.
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
01:40 p.m.
Britney Spears has made plans to film a NASCAR movie. A movie. About NASCAR.

I thought it would be sooner, but in two years, tops, we'll be watching her descent into a ferocious cocaine addiction on the E! channel.

Probably not, but does anyone else snicker when they hear the announcer say "Coming up...Brooke Burke on E!"?

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fowl rescue
Friday, June 14, 2002
01:44 p.m.
My Dad is a firefighter with the Nashville Metro squad and has been for over 20 years. He's been promoted to captain and looked over for chief on more than one occasion. He's always got interesting or heartbreaking stories about what he sees in his line of work, some of which, if they are too gross, I decline to hear.

Yesterday he told me that he'd been on television, interviewed about the fire that killed a house full of exotic birds. Over 200 birds died in the incindent--from smoke inhalation--but six were saved, my Dad said, thanks to their oxygen masks. The firemen put their masks up to the cages, and 6 birds were revived. He said they came right over the the mask and breathed in the fresh oxygen.

No doubt these animals were mistreated while they were alive, victims of animal hording, but now six of them have a second chance.

I think that is pretty neat, and why firefighters trump police officers any day of the week.

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Wednesday, June 12, 2002
02:07 p.m.
Through a series of clicks and strokes, tapped out by damp hands from the sweat caused by wet velvet heat, he fingered my desire.

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thunder from down under
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
12:25 p.m.
Moments ago, as I was composing one of the many e-mails I need to catch up on, a deep, gurgling rumble resonated up from beneath the hardwood floors of my home. The reverberation rattled my wooden chair, then the sound exploded and became tinny and traveled into the next room and out. It felt as though someone were driving a huge truck beneath the foundation of my house. The sound lasted only a few seconds, followed by the sigh of the house as it settled.

How often do these inexplicable and odd occurances happen to us, without explanation, that we then dismiss and soon forget? My sheer fear prevents me from discovering the source of the boom, and I suspect I wouldn't have found it if I tried.
Or rather,
what the fuck was that?

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pretty weak
Monday, June 10, 2002
04:21 p.m.
I managed to only take a few photos at the festival, and of nothing particularly interesting. But I've gathered that people like looking at pictures usually, especially if it is breaking up some text. Here is all that came out:

Mandy: Heh.  She doesn't smoke.

Another intern.  Cute, but dull.

That's Spielberg on the line.

Our Executive Director, Brian and local news anchor Demetria Kalodemis, who had a documentary at the fest.

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Not the baby.
Monday, June 10, 2002
03:47 p.m.
The end is nigh, ya'll. The big sweetie over at Six Different Ways has announced me Blog Babe of the Week.

Play nice. | no comments

Update: Part Deux
Monday, June 10, 2002
01:20 p.m.
It's over. All the lights have been turned up, the last ticket has been torn and the filmmakers remain securely nestled in their me-driven, ego bubbles ne'er to be penetrated by the likes of us mere mortals.

Actually, they weren't all bad, most of them were pretty alright.

But I'm spent for now. Better posts will resume tonight or tomorrow.

Also, I might be moving to Brooklyn.

Discuss | 1 comment

newsflash, suckas
Friday, June 7, 2002
11:39 p.m.
The festival (photo) is fully underway right now, which puts me in the throes of tedious, often horrendous 12 to 14 hours of work. My driving time is 40 minutes, which leaves approximately 6 hours of sleep each evening, after showers and web time (which has been severely limited as of late, and it is miserable). This girl needs 8 to 10 hours of slumber or expect a bit of turbulance. Or tears.

Posts will be sparse, if at all, throughout the weekend, as all my precious spare time has been devoted to my new and coveted FilePile account, which I secured from the very generous Andre, and thanks to a discreet bit of brown-nosing. When you use the kissing-up sparsely it goes further, I've learned.

I'm working up a full report on experience the festival (okay, not now), including a few photos which have been scant so far. No time. Expect ramapant name-dropping of people not near famous enough for you to have heard of and some venting, I'm afraid. For now, I'll refrain.

I'd also like to take this time to personally thank Red Bull for their NIFF sponsorship. It rules that ya'll can sell speed in a can.

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Seems no matter how much porn a person may have, an issue of Heavy Metal is always appreciated.

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Favorite search referral of the day: human toilet perv

My new favorite insult!

Leave a little something. You know you love it. | 5 comments


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