Yesterday the fine folks from Live Nation confirmed rumors that had been swirling for weeks on the internet: Pearl Jam will headline this year’s Music Midtown, a festival that happens to take place in Piedmont Park, oh, HALF A MILE FROM MY HOUSE. HOLY SHIT Y’ALL.
I’ve been joking about offering up our place to the band so they can stay for free and be close to the park, which of course makes me think of the Wayne’s World episode with Aerosmith and Tom Hanks as one of their roadies. A true classic! (Click on the photo to play the excellent video. Best part is around 2:00.)
The concert is September 22 (adding further support to my theory that 22 is a magic number for me, as previously noted here), and comes toward the end of a month that is already packed with awesome. I already know I’ll need to take the last weekend of the month to lie in bed and recover from my epic fun bender.
Allison Hall girls’ triple, Evanston, Illinois, spring 2003
In honor of my excellent former roomie Allison’s birthday today, I dug up some photos from the first year of our friendship. The above photo was taken before an evening out at a house/apartment/dorm-room party and features some sweet ’90s makeup action on my part. Please also note that there is a choker involved.
Last Friday marked a year since I began my new job. In most ways, this is the first real job of my career; I feel like my initial 3.5 working years out of grad school led to brain atrophy and little else. (Well, that’s not true — it did good things for my salary history, and I learned some new parts of my hometown.)
I was really excited to start this job, because there was basically no way it wouldn’t be a thousand times better than my first one. Happily, that has been the case, and not merely by default. It comes as no surprise to me that I really enjoy working in a university environment. I’m writing stories and connecting media people to experts, meeting with faculty and proofing pages, and the subject matter I’m dealing with is constantly changing. I feel productive most days, which rarely happened before. Above all, I have a kickass group of coworkers who are not only great colleagues but people I want to hang out with after hours.
It isn’t all bunnies and moonbeams, of course — I am nowhere close to being past my frequent fits of writerly agony, and I still have plenty to learn on each of my beats. Someone told me shortly after I started that it takes a full academic cycle to get your bearings, so by that measure I’m just about on track. Regardless, I’m happy to have landed in such a nice place. Go Panthers!
Today’s Old-Timey Tuesday post has been replaced by a New-Timey Tuesday, because one of my best friends had her first baby in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. (Sans drugs, at that. Ouch!) Baby McKenna is only 12 hours old here. Lindsay is only the second in my group of closest friends to become a mom, so this is still a novelty to the rest of us. Welcome to the world, sweet McKenna!
photos by me and Josephine McCune
Dobyns-Bennett High School, Kingsport, Tennessee, sometime in 1965 or 1966
I’ve mentioned here that my folks were debate partners in high school, haven’t I? Well, if I hadn’t yet, the cat’s out of the bag now. I’m sure I don’t need to point out which one of these strapping lads is my father (hint: he’s the one who looks exactly like me). Among the things I love about this scan: 1) that the inscription above the photo is from Mrs. Pridemore, the drama teacher; 2) that I met her once at a parental high school reunion; 3) that I know one of the two other guys; and 4) that the cheesy photo caption is so wonderfully, classically yearbook.
Alliance Bank Stadium, Syracuse, New York, July 28, 2006
This is the first buddy-photo Jon and I ever took together. (By this point, three weeks into grad school “boot camp,” we all had been in lots of class and group photos taken, but weren’t super chummy yet.) Somehow I knew that Jon would be up for getting a picture with Scooch, the oddly nondescript SkyChiefs mascot, with me. It was the start of a beautiful friendship, in spite of Jon’s dragon t-shirt.