Category Archives: Places

Where I’ve been and where I’m going.

Good Neighbors

Art, Daily Life, Mecca, mur, Random, Smut, Stories

I knock so gently there’s barely a noise. I fiddle with the belt on my long jacket, a bulging knot of thread where seams meet is starting to fray.  I notice things like that when I’m nervous.  I kinda wish I’d taken a pain pill earlier.  I’d be more relaxed but it’s been over 6 days since my last one.  The longest I’ve gone this year is 14 days.  That was back when I had a job and steady income.  The pain started to seem worth it for once.  I slept more, drank less.  Felt like I finally had wind beneath my wings.  I wasn’t prepared for my first summer job in a port city.  Continue reading Good Neighbors →

Tourism

Art, Book, Daily Life, mur, Reasons for Things, Solo, Stories

I miss my dog. I miss thunderstorms. I miss the P&H. Today, I filled out the Memphis Flyer annual popularity contest. Wrote in some of my personal favorites for a few categories and caught a bit of homesickness.  Continue reading Tourism →

Rimble Ramble

Art, Book, Daily Life, Games, mur, Random, Reasons for Things, Streamline

My superpower is rooted in the ability to shift perspective.  Call it a defense mechanism if you will but I have unleashed the inherent power.  Further than a sense of empathy, I can provide a fresh look from any angle.  The cost for this is inability to blend in.  I cultivate invisibility by hiding in plain sight and it works most of the time.  If I’m ever spotted, I use my feminine assets to misdirect and then make a quick Irish exit.  Continue reading Rimble Ramble →

Uhmygawd

Daily Life, Dives, mur, Quick Thoughts

I’m at an impromptu comedy show. No one is on stage yet and it’s already hilarious. I’m overhearing a first date conversation. It’s not intentional. But when two slightly insecure people are in unfamiliar territory with each other it resonates at a certain volume.  Continue reading Uhmygawd →

Brunch

Daily Life, Mecca, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random, Reasons for Things

It’s so surreal in Seattle.  People totally do brunch here but not the way churchgoing Southerns do.  It’s much more casual.  People leisurely get up and go out whenever they feel like it from 10am till whenever.  The regimented waves of services attendees from noon to one on a Memphis Sunday means you have to get up and get your brunch before 11am if you want to enjoy it.  Otherwise it’s a circus of socialites and the devout.

Restricting bars with indoor smoking to a 21+ rule forced every Midtown brunch place in Memphis to ban smoking.  They couldn’t afford to lose the Sunday family business.

Loudmouth Cunts

Art, Daily Life, Highline, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random

I’m back at the Highline again tonight. This time, all female comedy show called #loudmouthcunts. I happened on this show last month and enjoyed it immensely. When I saw a Memphian on the lineup for tonight I high-tailed it to Cap Hill after my Sunday drinking.  Continue reading Loudmouth Cunts →

Doom Metal

Art, Daily Life, First Impressions, Highline, mur

There’s a Goner Records bumper sticker on the water cooler at the Highline. That’s so cool. Continue reading Doom Metal →

Family Matters

Art, Book, Mecca, mur, Reasons for Things

My mother is a narcissist.  I’m of the opinion people should be accountable for their own problems.  Blaming others isn’t productive and often misguided.  Even if it’s true.  But in this case I feel the need to speak up.  I’m not the only one and I know it.  If I really want to play the blame game I’d go straight to the top.  The entire Boomer generation is trapped in a bubble of post-war narcissism that’s been perpetuated for over 50 years.  From ritual holiday celebrations to the narrow-minded legislative battles waged in a decrepit government, the trappings of Boomer culture hang over this nation like cobwebs.  Continue reading Family Matters →

Black Lodge Revisited

Black Lodge, Book, Daily Life, First Impressions, mur, Quick Thoughts, Reasons for Things

It’s not the same. Not at all. There’s a kitchen and there’s a couch but nothing else is even similar. The speakeasy-style setup hearkens back to a world where The Man cares what those kids are up to. Shotguns are good protection in almost any context, especially tower defense.  Sandwiched amid dive bars underneath the I-5 overpass, I can’t think of a more appropriate reincarnation of the Black Lodge I once loved.  The stage we all wanted in that little house exists in punk rock glory on Eastlake Ave. Continue reading Black Lodge Revisited →