wolfpangs: (bammer)
I miss my grandmother a lot and sometimes, it really gets to me, but times like today...I really wish she could've seen this game.

Magic city.

Mar. 6th, 2009 02:03 pm
wolfpangs: (bammer)
"Baxter Wahl" in Birmingham did a a very Goreyesque series called The Highland Avenue Mystery Mini-Series and I'm in love with it. Everything is great, but I would love a print of this one. (For those of you not familiar with Birmingham, see here for an explanation of that one.)


Nov. 29th, 2008 08:51 pm
wolfpangs: (bammer)
So today is the Iron Bowl, aka the most wonderful time of the year, aka the day of the Alabama-Auburn game. Now this year has been particularly delightful, because Alabama has gone unbeaten while Auburn...has not. (Their 17-34 loss to West Virginia was particularly schadenfreudelicious.) I continued my this season tradition of making it to Alabama game time and then comatosing through the game, so I had no idea of the outcome when I awoke this evening. My telephone blinked blue. There was a text message.

Now when you receive a text on the Sidekick, it displays the first few words of the message on the text jump screen. This read, "Ber [my sister, who sent the message]: Auburn may have w--." Emotionally, this is just under the equivalent of receiving a text on November 4th that read, "John McCain may have w--." I clicked through to the message, which read in full, "Auburn may have won the past 6 years, but like Barack Obama said, 'It's time for a change!'" YES, WE CA--wait, what? My sister is a Republican and not a politics geek, so she doesn't know all the catchphrases and you know, I don't remember his saying that at all. In fact, that was Tom Dewey's catchphrase, and if you recognize that name, there is probably one reason why. So I went online to puzzle this out.

On election night, I was watching the news coverage but switched to the Daily Show when the news got me too keyed up. Soon, even the Daily Show was too much and I started listening to music, while I had the Daily Show on mute and an electoral map open in a tab. I would occasionally refresh it, but it hadn't really changed in a long time. [This "long time" was probably ten minutes.] All of a sudden, around ten pm, I refreshed it and there was a check mark next to Senator Obama's name. I stared at the screen in confusion. The map hadn't been updated yet with the most recent totals and again, it was ten. I could no longer remember an election night with a bedtime. I turned the TV volume back on, just in time to hear this:

[I still feel like the little boy in glasses and the Home Alone pose at the top of this pic when I see that.]

That required checking a few more thousand sources just to make sure. I didn't require nearly as many for the outcome of the Iron Bowl. It is again, not the same as finding out the outcome of the election, but when I saw it, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh!" Among my prayers this year, two have been that my grandmother would live to see her beloved Alabama win again and that she would live to see the election of a President with more than one vowel in his last name (to steal a phrase from Jeffrey Eugenides). President...done. Alabama...oh. It's been an interesting year. I'm an aunt! That still blows my mind. Sadie is just now starting to engage with the world--she's social smiling and she'll watch people/animals around her (she's very bemused by the dogs). She's fascinated when people sing to her. So for her, here's her favorite song right now:

(I do not know what's going on with the Chief in this video--apparently he is reaching a higher plane of existence.)
wolfpangs: (I am available for translation as well.)
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Maybe it's the blast of ozone I just took to the face (and thanks to whichever employee left it on the 'on' switch, by the dubs) but I don't think I'm hallucinating this. Why was I not informed?

And I thought the biggest kerfluffle in his tenure as AG was going to be when 41 out of 42 district attorneys in the state approved a statement criticizing what he did to Robby Owens. The 42nd has a brother working in King's office. But hey! Maybe King could have gotten him a job at one of the community colleges, like he did for another employee's mother, leading King to have to recuse the whole AG's office from the current investigation into the community college system. Or maybe he could have taken him to see the Braves, like that time he took his friends and family on Alabama Power's dime. Hey, AG King, aren't you supposed to represent Alabama Power customers? Whoops!

It's so hard to choose. Thankfully, Daily Dixie was kind enough to post a list of his greatest hits earlier this year. In addition, the Wayback Machine has the editorials he wrote for the Crimson White when he was a law student. They are hilarious now. "If homosexuals on this campus are not ashamed of their lifestyle, then I challenge any of you to step out from behind the cowardice of the written word." You first!
wolfpangs: (storyville)
*Recently, I participated in a decant circle (wherein one person buys a bottle or bottles of perfume and decants them into smaller sizes for several people--it's a great way to try without buying a whole bottle) that [livejournal.com profile] honey_cat ran and it was so awesome. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing--I'd never heard of the scents before and had never bought from h_c before, so it was cool to be pleasantly surprised.

First of all, the presentation was ADORABLE. I bought from her Operation: Super Bad circle, for the line Super Bad. Unfortunately, by the time I heard about the circle, most of the slots were taken so I missed out on some scents I would have liked to try (French Model Breakfast!). But I did get:

Bonita Loca – “She’s really quite pretty…if you can get past all that crazy.” Big hair and blue eye shadow never hurt anyone, but watch out for that huge handbag. Sparkly mint topped with an ample slosh of booze over fresh lemon and crisp apple.

Japanese Cowgirl – Konichiwa, Pardner! East embraces West with tart yuzu softened with saddle suede.

Tea & Intrigue – You might not earn much as a waitress in a hookah bar, but what you learn is far more valuable. Velvety black tea, tawny tobacco leaf, a touch of smoke, cooled with cucumber.

I am really happy with the scents I got, though. The only one that doesn't really work for me is Japanese Cowgirl--I'm just not big on citrus.

But back to the presentation! I'd forgotten about this circle so I was confused when I got a package with "Top Secret" written on the outside. The first thing I pulled out was a letter sealed with an envelope reading "For Your Eyes Only," which described the "disguise oils" I was receiving, as well as the baggie of gadgetry (it's a secret). It was fantastic and I must say, quite the improvement over the last circle I was in, ahem. And apparently, she does this regularly.

*In other product rave news, I must indulge in cleaning nerdery and sing the praises of Folex carpet cleaner. As I alluded to when describing my dream car, my car's cupholders have problems keeping the cups from toppling over and out. So, I'd built up a lovely patchwork of Coke stains in the back floorboard. Folex is amazing, yo. It's like some kind of infomercial kind of shit--But don't take just my word for it!

*I bought the People issue with the Jodie Sweetin and her bebe cover for my sister, since she used to love FH and look who's in the baby's room!

That was actually a pretty interesting issue--there was a photo spread from Mary Ellen Mark featuring prom couples and a "Body Watch" piece on Kristen Johnson. I was idling my brain while Joseph Gordon Levitt's version of "I Don't Want to Live on the Moon" was playing last week and I started wondering what she was doing nowadays. Well, there's this. I don't even know what to say about that. Except...I want a doughnut.

I've been busy doing critical doughnut research... )

***I would prefer not to think about that photo of Paul Newman Martha Stewart posted, so instead I will watch this clip and contemplate the manner in which I would hit it.

wolfpangs: (bammer)
I go to Calhoun for school, which I'm not sure I've mentioned here by name. It's a community college but it's huge for one. (Here's a picture I took as I was leaving the Math & Science Building--where I took uh, French--last semester--and that's like, a fourth of the campus.) In fact, with the two other campuses in addition to the main one, which I attend, it's the largest 2-year college in Alabama. Anyway, it was named after John C. Calhoun, the seventh veep of these United States, who was kind of a handsome fellow in his younger years and apparently went into carnival spookhouse work when he was older. No one really seems to know why he's the namesake--he was a South Carolinian and his links to Alabama are pretty flimsy. I know he had some relatives here but still, it's not like he had an enormous influence on the state. So that's kind of a mystery. But whomever named our mascot had a funny sense of humor. Um, if you're an American history geek. Now Mr. Calhoun, if you don't know, [WARNING: NERD ALERT] and a group of his colleagues in the Twelfth Congress were way into war. Their fervent calls for war against Great Britain, which did indeed lead to a tussle that became known as the War of 1812, earned them the nickname War Hawks. So yes, we are the Calhoun Warhawks. (By the way, it was Virginia Congressman John Randolph who coined the term "War Hawks." But to be fair, he had apparently just gone through puberty so he was probably having lots of mood swings.)

Anyway that was all to say that I bought a Calhoun Warhawks t-shirt today so that I may bask in American history nerdery. I am not ashamed. (It looks like this--I got one like the ones in the basket, charcoal with hot pink lettering. Because nothing says let the bodies hit the floor like hot pink script.) I also defined phallic for the THIRD time in psych class today. It's amazing. Some of these girls are barely out of high school and already have toddlers, yet they won't say "penis" in the classroom.

Then I went to buy a cheap saucepan, because my very successful break-most-of-the-ones-I-own program has drawn to a close, and I have dreams of making tea AND soup at the same time. I went to Fred's, a discount store, and after I found the saucepan I looked around because sometimes you can find interesting stuff in there. Like this. Is your soul bland? I also bought a little bottle of 4711. It's billed as the "original eau de cologne" and they aren't lying (almost)--the phrase "eau de cologne" was originally created to mean water of Cologne, as in the German city where it was first created. This isn't the first FIRST company to make a scent in Cologne but it's up there. Anyway, the bottles are lovely and classic and they were a whopping $1 each at Fred's.

Muelhens created 4711 in 1792. It is the result of the following top fragrance Notes: bergamot, lemon and orange. The middle notes are: rosemary and rose and the base of the fragrance is: musk, petitgrain and neroli.


Saturday was the 65th anniversary of Bicycle Day, which I completely forgot about. I also forgot that the Chief would be appearing on a special on the History Channel that night called "Peyote to LSD: A Psychedelic Odyssey." It will repeat on Saturday at 5PM (est, I'm assuming). Yes, I set my Tivo.

Today, of course, is the day of the Earth. So on that note, and speaking of the Chief, here is a gentleman and scholar, a raconteur and rogue, my Chief, my friend* Mr. Bob Weir and the rest of Ratdog doing "Ashes and Glass." Er, after a brief segment in which he tries to complete an interview as certain people who are definitely not anything like your upstanding hostess, work diligently at distraction behind the interviewer's back.

[Part 2]

And if that roll takes us to France
Teach them Froggies how to dance
Keep on dancin', sing the tune
We'll be dancin' all around the moon

And if that big old moon go bust
Well ashes to ashes, baby, dust to dust
Baby it's time for one last rave
Keep on dancin' on our own graves.

*Also, a guy I keep forgetting to email. Oops. Tonight. Tonight I will do it.
wolfpangs: (bammer)
Because I know what's important, I've spent most of my time not nailing down a place to stay in NYC (my current situation is unsatisfying, to be brief) but trying to figure out where I can get a decent glass (or Mason jar, as the case may be) of sweet tea. As the ill-fated dude in Witchboard says, "Priorities, man!" Also, I don't want a repeat of the "Starbucks incident" from last summer.

Me: I want a cup of hot black tea and a cup of ice.
Barista person: You want iced tea? We can make iced tea.
Me: I want it hot so I can make sweet tea.
Barista person: We have sweet tea.
Me: *eyes narrow* Is it real sweet tea?
Barista person: I don't know, ma'am!

I made it but it was subpar because the tea was all wrong. I want sweet tea! It is of vital importance. Luckily, I am not the only one who believes so.

Idk, something about being away from the south makes me crave the food. I guess it's yr typical don't-know-what-you-got-till-it's-gone situation. I find myself perusing the websites of NYC bbq joints and getting freaked out because some of them don't serve a barbecue plate what is up with that omg. Some of them don't even have okra! How am I supposed to eat my (figurative) barbecue plate without my okra side? I will not, that's how.

I have recently reunited with my old friend Ben and by reunited, I mean, we've started mercilessly teasing each other about everything. Like so:

Me: And there was this really drunk girl there--
Ben: Was it you?

Anyway, Ben is now mocking me because he thinks I'm going to roll into town like the second verse of a certain song from Hair:

"(and if you ask him to dinner you're going to feed him:)

Hominy grits
An' shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Some pig tails
Some black eyed peas
Some chitlins*
Some collard greens..."

Whatever! Whatever! I do what I want!

*Most lyric pages I found actually say that this word is "chili" but I almost certainly believe it to be chitlins. Since when is chili traditionally associated with southern food? Since never, I says. Ye olde Wikipedia backs me up on this. (Feel free to ask me about any of those foods.)
wolfpangs: (bammer)
Here are a few screencaps from When the Levees Broke that I've been meaning to post--just a few images that I found particularly moving, presented with no editorializing. (Note: Images are somewhat large.)

I dream about magnolias in bloom )
So jobhunting blows, as per usual. It's not that I'm surprised, though. It's amazing, though, how many employers say they'll contact you and then don't. I don't know if it's akin to the dating "I'll call you", if it's a misguided attempt for the prospective employee to show initiative or my personal suspicion, indicative of a greater problem. You see, when employers tell me they'll call me and then they don't, I immediately suspect that this lack of attention to detail is only the beginning and "Oops, I forgot to return your call" will turn into "Oops, we won't have paychecks until after 2pm" or "Oops, I forgot to not break the law."

If I don't get a spa job like I want, I won't be too miffed. I noticed today that my old hotel job here is hiring for the position I used to fill. Um, I can do that!

In better news, I was unsure where I was in my Netflix queue--I have a yooge list of TV series at the top, although I occasionally move movies and whatnot to the top*--because I'd just finished a series. So imagine my surprise when Degrassi: TNG showed up at my door. Canadian teen melodrama? Oh, hells yes! I watched every version of Degrassi until TNG, because the haters at my cable company also do not supply Noggin/The N.

[livejournal.com profile] rockgeisha watches Degrassi: A play in one act:

Emma, quoting her Treeemail: "You saved my heart and my prohject.
Salome: "Prohject"! Canadian accents, LOL!
Salome's head: *explodes in delight*

Dear Canadia,




I need that kind of joy because I am attempting for the first time to watch When the Levees Broke. That, combined with thinking about working for the old hotel again, has me thinking of the weeks I spent with evacuees.

When the levees broke: Very depressing and I'll probably get embarrassed and delete it later )

It was a beautiful day.
Salome, how has this work week been?

Salome: *falls down*

Oh, my goodness. We've had a steady stream of evacuees this week and I'm so exhausted. I don't fault the people at all, of course, but it's just so draining--physically and emotionally. In the first three hours alone at work yesterday, I made beds, helped with FEMA applications, retrieved a frog from a room, released a frog into the wild, and listened to people talk about their hometowns. This all on top of my regular duties.

I've tried to make it easier on them. The Birmingham News, who seem to have amped up to 144pt font, is not helping, with their headlines screaming things like "DEVASTATING LOSS." I've taken to laying out the newspapers face down. I turned the TV from the news to Sanford and Son and we watched that while we filled out the FEMA paperwork. We've talked about New Orleans and Hattiesburg and Gulfport and Harvey. We talked about jazz combos and drive-through daiquiri bars and debris po' boys at Mother's and everything else about that beautiful Crescent City, Queen of the Mississippi.

I bite my lip and don't dare get teary in front of them. They know how bad it is. So we fight off the misery. Things are catastrophic but they won't stay that way. Every second that passes brings us closer to better times. Am I naive? Perhaps. But I can't be a pessimist. For one thing, it just feels wrong for now. And really, it's just not in my nature.

And today, I'm finally off. I will spend today getting packed, as I will be leaving on a jet plane at *gulp* 6:57 AM tomorrow morning. In just two days, I'll be with the man and that'll be sweet. I'm so looking forward to seeing my friends.

I'm also less than two weeks away from taking the licensing exam and I'm terrified! But I think I'll do okay. Probably. Like they told us at school, we don't have to ace it, we just have to pass it.

Is anyone watching Starved? Is it as unfunny and uncomfortable as the endless ads make it seem?

I should get to work. Here's Arlo Guthrie's "City of New Orleans", by the way. Yeah, it's about a train but that's okay. I'm working on a playlist of songs about New Orleans but I probably won't be done with that until I get back next week. If you have any favorite songs about New Orleans, I'd love to hear them.
Please keep the beautiful south in your thoughts this morning, as that hoor Katrina has arrived. So far things don't look as bad as predicted but it's not over yet. And for your listening pleasure, here's the song I listen to every time I'm returning home to the south. It's called "Hey! Porter," and it's by a man named Johnny Cash. On road trips when I was little, my grandfather would encourage us to "give a rebel yell" as soon as we crossed back into Alabama and I'm only a little embarrassed to admit that I still let out a yelp whenever I see the "Welcome to Alabama" sign.

I wish good luck to everyone in the path of the storm.



October 2012



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