January 29, 2007

local Nashville girl turns 30...

...and the intersection of Murfreesboro Rd. and Thompson Ln. wins "No. 1 site for car accidents in Metro Nashville."

Coincidence?? I think not. When something this great happens, everyone wants a piece of the action.

Finally, the happiest day of the year has come. After a whole weekend of pre-party celebrating, my big day is here, and bigger than ever. I am thirty today. It's been a long road. I thirty year road. I worked hard to get here. Survived countless potential car accidents, dodged all possible life-threatening illnesses, and legions of unknown potential mortal hazards just to be here today. Not everyone can say that. I'm not even kidding actually. I feel really blessed to have made it this far; witnessing tragedy around me, but never really coming face to face with it. I'm not really sure why I get to lead such a charmed life while the world around seems to be crumbling. All I know is I'm thankful.

Details to come on why this is the B-E-S-T birthday ever.

Stay tuned, and drive safely.

This message brought to you by the letter B, and the number 30. Cue music, roll tape.

January 24, 2007

let's do the time warp again! (aka making up for lost time in more ways than one)

Seeing how this is my THIRD post of the day (thank you very much John H, and the rest of my faithless readers), I seem to be making up for lost time. Don't get too comfortable though with this burst of blogging. Just consider this the calcium deposit that finally came forth.

Today I recieved a reply to an email. This is a common occurance. It should be noted, however, that I instigated the originating message on October 26, 2005. I heard a song play...something from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I think you know the one.

Nothing like procrastination to make the heart grow fonder.

I think I'll reply next fall.

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On a final note, I have been meaning to say that I resent Blogger making me log into "Old Blogger". I feel so...outdated.

today, i heard myself say:

"You can never have too much information."

Pause to absorb the absurdity of this statement.

I remorsefully checked the tivo of my brain to confirm this astounding incident.

Yup. I said it.

I am now on a self-imposed "speaking time-out". Somebody let me know when I can come out of the corner.

ch-che-check it out

I heard this song on the radio this morning on my way to work.

If you do not know that Patty Griffin is a amazing, keep reading.

If you do not think that Patty Griffin is amazing, stop reading now.

Heavenly Day

Oh Heavenly day
All the clouds blew away
Got no trouble today
With anyone

The smile on your face
I live only to see
It's enough for me baby
It's enough for me
Oh heavenly day
Heavenly day
Heavenly day

Tomorrow may rain with sorrow
Here's a little time we can borrow
Forget all our troubles in these moments so few
Oh we can right now the only thing that all that we
really have to do

Is have ourselves a heavenly day
Lay here and watch the trees sway
Oh can't see no other way
No way
No way
Heavenly day
heavenly day
heavenly day

No one on my shoulder
Bringing me fears
Got no clouds up above me
Bringing me tears
Got nothing to tell you
I got nothing much to say
Only I'm glad to be here with you
On this heavenly heavenly heavenly heavenly heavenly day

Oh all the troubles gone away
Oh for awhile anyway
For awhile anyway
Heavenly day
Heavenly day
Heavenly day
Heavenly day
Heavenly day
Oh heavenly day

Lyrics alone just don't do it justice - I understand. So go here to hear it for yourself.

Number of days until this album can be yours: 13

January 22, 2007

an american hero

My Grampie would have been 90 years old today. He died about 14 years ago. Words that come to my mind when I think about him are kind, wise, and devoted. He had a sweet smile. I never saw him standing, he lived in a wheelchair my entire life. I remember finding an old photo of him once, standing next to my grandmother, who I knew to be small woman, but suprisingly became dwarfed next to his stature. I never knew until that moment how tall he was. I remember sitting on his lap eating crackerjacks in Texas. I remember sitting on the front seat console next to him while he drove his white Bonneville in California. I remember thinking he could do anything, even though he could not walk. I remember he was a great cook, and he loved oatmeal cookies and sherbert. I remember how patient he was, and how he only lost his temper with me once. I remember how much that hurt, because it only hurts when it comes from someone you love.

He was a fireman. He was a painter. He was a soldier in World War II. He was an elder in the church. He was a devoted husband, father, and grandfather. He was and is a lifetime hero of mine. He was the best.

I miss him. Especially on days like this.

January 07, 2007

a couple of reasons why I live in Nashville














January 06, 2007

my very second blogger meet-up

I was remiss in posting about my very first blogger meet-up, which was over the Christmas holiday. Somehow, the stars aligned, and my sister & I (who live in Nashville) were able to meet Lisa (who lives in VA) and her family, in Florida. Nothin' like the comforts of common territory when meeting those all-elusive 'internet' friends for the first time. Lisa's dad is also a blogger, and the night before we all met, I happened to see a comment of his on my preacher's blog. Additionally, for the first time that night, I noticed that Lisa has blogrolled a friend of mine from college who I didn't even know had a blog. We can play 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon later. I need to get back to my post here...

But before I do, I want to say thanks to Lisa & her family for being my very first blogger meet-up! It was fun. But more than that, it brought a sense of satisfaction that this thing we all do called 'blogging' is not just a hobby, or a hope for recognition, or shameless self-promotion. It's about being a community. It's about keeping up with each other and the world around you in a way that News Channel 2 or the Tennessean can't. Blogging, chat-rooms, online dating, myspace, etc... all still have a bad rep in many circles because people mistakenly think it is still some cheap form of faceless communication. That it's only for hermits, or people with fears of open-spaces & commitment. But the truth is, blogging has ironically shown me how small the world is by extending it over state and international lines and connecting me to people I otherwise would have never known existed. The truth is, real people blog. And I'm glad they do.

This is an excellent segue into my very second blogger meet-up, which occured at precisely 12:02 pm today at the Mothership. I met John H of Salem's Lots, and together with my sister & brother in law, we talked about everything from "I never would have known these people if it weren't for blogging" to Francis & Sophia Copolla to mob intrigue to blogger gossip to corporate religion to NIT to our jobs, etc... etc... blah... blah... all in the space of 2 hours. Oh, and Bad Bad Ivy showed up, which is just great cuz now I'm gonna get addicted to her blog which is just the one thing I seem to be missing in life. She had rockin' cool ultra-violet hair, and I get the feeling she likes to keep things interesting :)

So thanks to everyone for showing up today for bbq and blog-talk. Thanks especially to John H for resolving to meet me. I have friends I've known for years who still don't want to meet me.

Just chew on that for a while and then get back to me.

peace -

January 05, 2007

my philosophy has a name, and it ain't pretty

Ok, so about 2 days ago I told John H I would try to post everyday this month. I've already missed 2 days in a row. But technically speaking, I did, in fact, TRY...which was the essence of my statement anyways. I know I know, technicalities have no place in a promise forfeited. But then again a technicality is...well, a technicality.

Moving on.

The reason I do not post everyday is because I do not always have something post-worthy to say. This has been my philosophy since the inception of my blog. One great lesson learned in photography is the art of editing yourself. You do not have to show every photograph you've ever shot. Nor does anyone want to flip through ages of snapshots just so you can rest assured that your comprehensive life-portfolio has been viewed. Show what is worthy, representative, and relevant, and your work (and audience) will thank you for it.

For instance, edit your thoughts. No one wants to hear you say everything that is on your mind. I have trouble with this one, by the way. "But it was funny in my head!" is not a sufficient excuse to a room full of blank stares.

Also, edit your blog. No one is going to read a 1,500 word essay with no paragraph breaks on why you think a 10th check out lane at Wal-Mart is going to get you home in time to see The Real World.

Thanks to John H, my guardian blog-angel, I now know the word I've been searching for. It's bloggorrhea. Nice, huh.

If you happen to suffer from this, take two time-outs away from your computer, and blog about it in the morning.

January 02, 2007

a blog a day keeps john h. at bay or dear john h., this post's for you

Hey guys and gals! It's "Spotlight on Blogger" time!

If you've ever wanted a stalker a fan base of your very own, then start a blog and John H. will find you.

Cruising past 50, he and his wife have reared three kids and several dogs. He works for the state government and daily conspires to deflate bureacracy. Those last two sentences were completely plagiarized, by the way. "Hutchmo", they called him in a previous life, has been leaving messages on my blog since I began. At first I was like, who's this dirty old man who keeps leaving messages on my blog? And then I realized he was not dirty at all (well maybe a little) (and no I'm not discounting the old part either), but my guardian blog angel sent to encourage me through my blog-life. You see, when I first started this blog, it was pink. Just like my sister's. But John H reminded me that I was my own Blogger, and I didn't need to blog in the pink shadow of my older sister (MUCH older, I can hear him say...) (But I don't agree Malia, I promise!) So right then and there I changed the format of my blog. I like the red so much better anyways. From then on it was as if I was under his spell. He would comment, and I would ponder. He would make suggestions, and I would take action. Ok, yah - that was a little weird. Scratch that last part from the record.

It's been a regular request of John's that I post more often. I find this a little annoying, considering in my "coming out" post on 9/28/06, I distinctly warned my readers, and I quote myself, "I will not promise to post frequently. I will not promise to post anything you are interested in reading. I will not promise to say anything important. I will not promise anything short of this: I promise that what I say here was written by me because I wanted to write it, and I thought it should be said at the time I said it. for the love." End quote. But to his most recent request, I reply, "I will try to post once a day in the month of January to commemorate my favorite month, and also this new strange friendship-thing we seem to have."

There. Happy?

Get ready kids, the plot thickens. Now, seven months later, John H. has made a vow a new year's resolution. He says he's going to meet me. Gotta say, I was a little scared at first. But I figure it is bound to happen. Probably at the Mothership, but who knows. It's still too early to tell. One thing's fo sho, I'm gonna need my just-a-hair-older-sister as a chaperone, and my much older and wiser and larger and carries a rifle everywhere he goes brother-in-law to come with. They sure do love that Mothership BBQ after all!

So stop on by Salem's Lots (if you haven't already) and make a new friend in John H. Please. Help me.

January 01, 2007

for the love of a new year

January is my favorite month. I love winter and the hope of snow. I love the end of the hurried holiday season being ushered out by fireworks on January 1st. I love excuses to start over fresh and set newer, better goals. I love my birthday :) I love sharing my birthday month with my sister and my dad. I love new beginnings. I love feeling like anything is possible, and the anticipation of things to come. In January, there's a crisper scent of hope in the air that I look forward to inhaling each year. January has always brought me these things, and I hope it always will.

When I was a kid I would make the B-E-S-T new year's resolutions. I used to make a list of my most heinous vices and swear I'd never commit them again after 12am on 1/1/19--whatever. I'd promise I would be good for the whole year. And after 365 consecutive days of successful bad-behavior-elimination I would be free and clear of ever falling into these traps again. I would be perfect. Perfect. On this list of obvious problems, #1 was NOT that I was never able to accomplish any of this. The biggest, most fundamental problem was I never really thought the process through. So what if I HAD gone a whole year without doing such'n'such? Then what?? Seriously -- what comes next? Life is a series of lessons learned. And in this life, we're never gonna get it all right all the time.

But I still believe in trying.

I'm no longer a maker of new year's resolutions. I don't make them because I know I won't keep them. But I believe in the concept. I believe in making them every day, everytime we fail. I believe in starting over. Every time. I believe in perserverence. I believe in forgiveness each time we mess up.

So I guess if I were to make one resolution on this first day of this new year, it would be this: learn to forgive yourself...it's probably going to be in high demand.

peace be yours in 2007,
emily