i have been obsessed with cragslist since i found both my new apartment and myself on it. i mean, i sit here for hours reading want ads, furniture sales, and missed connections, absolutely content to read about what nashville wants to buy, sell, and be.
i'm thinking of writing a book about it... maybe picking 23 random ads and then turning them into vignettes- along the vein of paris je t'aime (my new favorite movie).
yeah- i can add that to my list of things to do that includes
find a job
fix my car
find some furniture
re-hab my new apartment
pack to move
sell some cds
get a life
7.11.2007
7.10.2007
poetry when my hair is curly
Mid-Century
Tonight, we stand in front of a theatre,
Built in the era we tried to become.
And neither of us can remember
The name of the movie Forbidden Planet.
In this space, I know why we call
Each other by our full names.
Not even a McCarthian sense of self
Can make us forget that we are cracked
Like the McCoy on grandmother's floor.
Aware that if we had only paid
Attention when placing it on the shelf,
We wouldn't be picking up pieces.
Tonight, we stand in front of a theatre,
Built in the era we tried to become.
And neither of us can remember
The name of the movie Forbidden Planet.
In this space, I know why we call
Each other by our full names.
Not even a McCarthian sense of self
Can make us forget that we are cracked
Like the McCoy on grandmother's floor.
Aware that if we had only paid
Attention when placing it on the shelf,
We wouldn't be picking up pieces.
you f*#ked the suburbs out of me
i can not stand going south of old hickory boulevard.
i can not stand going north of trinity lane.
i can not stand going east of briley parkway.
i can not stand going west of briley parkway.
yeah.
think about that.
last week, the parentals made their annual pilgrimage through town. i picked them up from the trailer park east of briley parkway and drove them past my new digs. they loved east nash, but my mom began a lamentation about why her kids don't love the suburbs that lasted the entire way to mafiaoza's.
she can just not understand why we don't love wal*mart, strip malls, and stucco housing.
i can not understand why halfway through dinner she bowed up against my dad to prove that her childhood was shittier than his. i had to stop the madness and explain that if we were going to argue about whose childhood sucked the most, they may not want to have me as a contender.
no more pinot grigio for her.
anyway. i am leaving the suburbs (again).
moving to the 5 points area.
buying mid-century furniture.
quelling my anxiety.
riding my bike to work.
walking to the grocery store.
i just realized where this brown spot on my under-wrist has come from.
computer mouse callous.
no kidding, it's where my hand rests on the desk.
i am a tool.
a tool who just booked her flight to austin, tx.
austin city limits music fest.
sunday only
24 hours in Austin.
yo la tengo.
wilco.
nice.
the reasoning is that i sold my pitchfork ticket and canceled my chicago flight so that i could reasonably afford to move out of the suburbs. i thought i'd only be in b-wood for 6 months... but that slowly turned into 21 months.
so i thought, pitchfork or freedom?
freedom.
now i just have to find a place to stay in austin for one night...
should i risk a festival hook up??
i know.
i won't do it.
i like my body parts where they are.
i can not stand going north of trinity lane.
i can not stand going east of briley parkway.
i can not stand going west of briley parkway.
yeah.
think about that.
last week, the parentals made their annual pilgrimage through town. i picked them up from the trailer park east of briley parkway and drove them past my new digs. they loved east nash, but my mom began a lamentation about why her kids don't love the suburbs that lasted the entire way to mafiaoza's.
she can just not understand why we don't love wal*mart, strip malls, and stucco housing.
i can not understand why halfway through dinner she bowed up against my dad to prove that her childhood was shittier than his. i had to stop the madness and explain that if we were going to argue about whose childhood sucked the most, they may not want to have me as a contender.
no more pinot grigio for her.
anyway. i am leaving the suburbs (again).
moving to the 5 points area.
buying mid-century furniture.
quelling my anxiety.
riding my bike to work.
walking to the grocery store.
i just realized where this brown spot on my under-wrist has come from.
computer mouse callous.
no kidding, it's where my hand rests on the desk.
i am a tool.
a tool who just booked her flight to austin, tx.
austin city limits music fest.
sunday only
24 hours in Austin.
yo la tengo.
wilco.
nice.
the reasoning is that i sold my pitchfork ticket and canceled my chicago flight so that i could reasonably afford to move out of the suburbs. i thought i'd only be in b-wood for 6 months... but that slowly turned into 21 months.
so i thought, pitchfork or freedom?
freedom.
now i just have to find a place to stay in austin for one night...
should i risk a festival hook up??
i know.
i won't do it.
i like my body parts where they are.
7.07.2007
sometimes i don't get you
i have spent 31 years trying to understand so many things.
i tried to understand my parents.
she cried in the 76 oldsmobile station wagon if she didn't eat by the next damn mile marker.
he told her that she couldn't have dessert on her 45th birthday because she didn't need it.
i tried to understand myself.
my tenuous line between crying and cruelty.
and tonight, after a movie at the belcourt, one last drink at jacksons, and another series of sevens, i determined that i will no longer try to understand. instead i'm just gonna listen.
to the voice that told her to shut up- she wouldn't starve.
to the voice that told him to go fuck himself- it was her birthday.
to the voice that told me to move to gartland avenue- i'm gonna make it.
i tried to understand my parents.
she cried in the 76 oldsmobile station wagon if she didn't eat by the next damn mile marker.
he told her that she couldn't have dessert on her 45th birthday because she didn't need it.
i tried to understand myself.
my tenuous line between crying and cruelty.
and tonight, after a movie at the belcourt, one last drink at jacksons, and another series of sevens, i determined that i will no longer try to understand. instead i'm just gonna listen.
to the voice that told her to shut up- she wouldn't starve.
to the voice that told him to go fuck himself- it was her birthday.
to the voice that told me to move to gartland avenue- i'm gonna make it.
tempurpedic mattress boy
so mattress boy/man posted this on missing connections on craigslist.
is this really my life?
Katie the high school teacher/Hot Chicken Festival
Reply to: pers-366717751@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-07-04, 9:14PM CDT
Stood in front of you and your friend today (4th.) at the Hot Chicken Festival....enjoyed "entertaining" you....lol. Was the musician whose lived here 10yrs. Must of been the heat but should've asked if you were single and if so, if you'd care to grab a cup of coffee.............????
* Location: East Nash.
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 366717751
is this really my life?
Katie the high school teacher/Hot Chicken Festival
Reply to: pers-366717751@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-07-04, 9:14PM CDT
Stood in front of you and your friend today (4th.) at the Hot Chicken Festival....enjoyed "entertaining" you....lol. Was the musician whose lived here 10yrs. Must of been the heat but should've asked if you were single and if so, if you'd care to grab a cup of coffee.............????
* Location: East Nash.
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 366717751
7.06.2007
golden slumbers
the hot chicken was just that.
and fabulous.
the rommie and i waited in line for eva' to eat some prince's and bolton's while we moaned that we could have just gone to the damn restaurants. but then we wouldn't have met the guy who asked me if i had a posturpedic/memory foam/ no wait... tempurpedic mattress in the middle of our scintillating conversation about mayoral candidates.
just like out of the blue, he asks me about mattresses.
that alone was worth the wait for the hot chicken.
then we went to beyond the edge and played video bar games while i drank too much.
the roomie took us back to the wood.
brentwood that it.
where i won't be living after this month.
i'll be walking home from beyond the edge to my new little bungalow.
2 blocks away.
i am happy.
and fabulous.
the rommie and i waited in line for eva' to eat some prince's and bolton's while we moaned that we could have just gone to the damn restaurants. but then we wouldn't have met the guy who asked me if i had a posturpedic/memory foam/ no wait... tempurpedic mattress in the middle of our scintillating conversation about mayoral candidates.
just like out of the blue, he asks me about mattresses.
that alone was worth the wait for the hot chicken.
then we went to beyond the edge and played video bar games while i drank too much.
the roomie took us back to the wood.
brentwood that it.
where i won't be living after this month.
i'll be walking home from beyond the edge to my new little bungalow.
2 blocks away.
i am happy.
7.03.2007
ennui
i did not send the following e-mail to a man i have never seen before in my life.
but i wrote it.
i have not yet lost my fucking mind.
Subject: referral from XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ
And fortunately for me, not the professional kind.
Bob-
Your e-mail address has been in my purse for about a month now. XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ gave it to me at a dinner party, after she talked about setting me up with "the sweetest young man."
The "sweetest young man" got vetoed, and she then recommended you. She made it clear that she meant no disparagement; she thinks you're fabulous, but not "sweet". That- coupled with the fact that she mentioned you were a runner??- made this little pink piece of paper with your e-mail on it hard to chunk.
But I'm pitching it.
After I send this e-mail.
Bob- If you're feeling a little spontaneous when you wake up this Sunday, I'll be at insert coffee shop on insert street around 11am, before I catch the noon film at the insert theatre. You could walk by, determine if you find me reasonable to look at, and buy me my second cup of coffee.
Milk.
No sugar.
-insert me
but i wrote it.
i have not yet lost my fucking mind.
Subject: referral from XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ
And fortunately for me, not the professional kind.
Bob-
Your e-mail address has been in my purse for about a month now. XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ gave it to me at a dinner party, after she talked about setting me up with "the sweetest young man."
The "sweetest young man" got vetoed, and she then recommended you. She made it clear that she meant no disparagement; she thinks you're fabulous, but not "sweet". That- coupled with the fact that she mentioned you were a runner??- made this little pink piece of paper with your e-mail on it hard to chunk.
But I'm pitching it.
After I send this e-mail.
Bob- If you're feeling a little spontaneous when you wake up this Sunday, I'll be at insert coffee shop on insert street around 11am, before I catch the noon film at the insert theatre. You could walk by, determine if you find me reasonable to look at, and buy me my second cup of coffee.
Milk.
No sugar.
-insert me
7.01.2007
minnesota man claims monkey bowled perfect game
that's pretty much about how much sense it makes that i just spent an hour on sunday morning reading about nashville hot chicken.
ritalin anyone?
ritalin anyone?
hot chicken # 7/4
heaven has come to east park in east nash.
that's right, folks. hot chicken on the fourth of july.
they don't even make words to describe the joy i get when my nose runs down my chin after eating 1/2 a jar of jalepenos. to think that mayor purcell would love me enough (i was his daughter's IS teacher) to schedule this little slice o heaven on the fourth of july... i am speechless.
consider a 1/4 chicken, skillet-fried, on some white bread, SLATHERED with hot sauce.
i'm drooling.
if you can handle the heat... take your pick
Prince's Hot Chicken Shack
Location: 123 Ewing Drive, 226-9442
Hours: Noon-10pm Tue-Thu, noon-4am Fri-Sat
Payment: Cash only
Bolton's Spicy Chicken & Fish
Location: 624 Main St., 254-8015
Hours: 11am-9pm Tue-Thu, 11am-12:30am Fri-Sat
Payment: Cash only
6.22.2007
the basement tapes
last night, my date asked me to tell him about the most shocking date i had ever been on. didn't have the nerve to tell him that it was the one i was sitting in.
who takes off their shoes at a baseball game and puts their nekkid feet on the chair of the person in front of them?
"the most shocking date ever"
who picks the dirt/dead skin/god knows what from their toes on a date?
"the most shocking date ever"
because i am a quasi nice person, i will not divulge the OH SO PERSONAL SECRETS that i was told by "the most shocking date ever". you don't even tell people that kind of shit when you've been dating six months, let alone six days.
so i ditched him and went to the tin roof with some kickball buddies. i never go to the tin roof- maybe 2-3 times a year. last night reminded me why. i just can not handle it.
so i went to the basement by myself, where i made friends with everyone in the bar with my stories about "the most shocking date ever". the basement saved my life. it is my betty ford clinic.
i will love that venue forever. and ever. and ever.
two random observations:
you are sooooo nashville if you wear pearls to a sounds game.
there is nothing more amazing than people doing what they love in a great pair of shoes.
who takes off their shoes at a baseball game and puts their nekkid feet on the chair of the person in front of them?
"the most shocking date ever"
who picks the dirt/dead skin/god knows what from their toes on a date?
"the most shocking date ever"
because i am a quasi nice person, i will not divulge the OH SO PERSONAL SECRETS that i was told by "the most shocking date ever". you don't even tell people that kind of shit when you've been dating six months, let alone six days.
so i ditched him and went to the tin roof with some kickball buddies. i never go to the tin roof- maybe 2-3 times a year. last night reminded me why. i just can not handle it.
so i went to the basement by myself, where i made friends with everyone in the bar with my stories about "the most shocking date ever". the basement saved my life. it is my betty ford clinic.
i will love that venue forever. and ever. and ever.
two random observations:
you are sooooo nashville if you wear pearls to a sounds game.
there is nothing more amazing than people doing what they love in a great pair of shoes.
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