“Please, please, please? I MUST have a t-shirt from the gift shop! MUST!” I pleaded with my mother last Sunday. There, in the lobby of the Indiana State Museum, I had regressed to a sniveling eight-year-old.
We were there to see the Abraham Lincoln Exhibits, “With Malice Toward None” and “With Charity for All,” and I [...]
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Author Archives: Jenn
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The Night We Sang with Karen O
Why haven’t I told THIS story yet? Probably because it’s been nearly six months. Probably because it’s so surreal that some part of me denies that it ever happened.
My experience at the Monolith Music Festival last September topped out with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs on Saturday night. Not that everything surrounding it wasn’t perfection - [...]
What Spring Does with the Cherry Trees
From the Archives!
This one is from February 9, 2005. Enjoy!
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My words rained over you, stroking you
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do [...]
First Friday Self-Portrait
THE GOOD: I learned how to curl soft waves in my hair.
THE BAD: I nearly burnt my fingers off in the process.
THE REALLY GOOD? Since January, I thought I had broken one of my Nikon cameras. It’s been sitting in the corner, sad and listless, because I was in denial that eventually I’d have to [...]
One of These Days…
One of these days, when I’m driving to Michigan, I’m going to visit James Dean’s boyhood home and burial place in Fairmount, Indiana.
Until then, I’ll continue wondering what he thinks about the roadside billboard he shares with Garfield the cat.
There’s Your Karma: Teen Beat Edition
I was listening to my LastFM station today, whatever one that pulls tracks I’ve already listened to from my library, and “Chemical World” by Blur happened to come on. (”had to sit down and have some sugary tea” <– that line gets me every time). The player was streaming uploaded pictures of the band, and [...]
I Got Blistehs on Mah Fingahz!
So, I love the Beatles, but some times — usually a couple times a year — I REALLY REALLY love the Beatles like OMG OBSESSED. This recent bout could be a result of SEVEN HOURS of Beatles Rock Band play, last Saturday. If you heard George Harrison spinning in his grave, surely it was to [...]
Three Things.
ONE.
I can’t believe I’ve waited a month of unemployment before using my blog as a plea for writing gigs, but here goes: DO YOU WANT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU, NOT FOR FREE? I’LL DO IT.
TWO.
I ALSO TAKE PICTURES.
Look! I made these!
[The Features, Monolith Music Festival 2009. Red Rocks.]
(More from this set at my [...]
The Future has an Olympic-Shaped Hole
I’m sitting here at The Cockpit watching the last hours of these Winter Olympics. I’m not sure what I’ll do with my prime time now that these games will be over. NBC has provided the perfect background noise for my nightly tinkering on teh internetz!
My tweets to Apolo Ohno have been fading in both frequency [...]
Just Sayin’.
I might be the only one still amused by my inappropriate @replies to Apolo Anton Ohno, but this is seriously like the one promise on this blog that I haven’t immediately abandoned to go watch The Wendy Williams show or eat Sour Patch Watermelons or something. So you must give me that.
You think he’s not [...]
Two Truths and a Wine
Here are three truths about my current location.
1) THIS is in the kitchen:
2) There are little to no high-glycemic foods in said kitchen.
3) I am watching the USA v Canada hockey game.
IF YOU GUESSED MY PARENTS’ HOME IN MICHIGAN, YOU GUESS CORRECTLY!!!
1.) My mom drinks boxed wine. I don’t know if I’ve talked about this [...]
Boys on Skates, Part II
When I’m home in Michigan, it always makes me smile when we head to the local sports bars and the televisions are tuned to hockey. You don’t notice it’s missing until you move away for a while — oh yeah, people watch hockey.
It’s something we did all the time, especially throughout my adolescence. Obviously, it [...]
Boys on Skates, Part I.
From this point on, every time Apolo Anton Ohno tweets, I’m going to @reply him with sexual innuendo. I’m not really sure why. I just want to.
EDIT: For your convenience, I will be compiling my twirts* into a separate section called “Seducing Apolo Ohno” which you will find over yonder —>
* Twitter + flirt! Twirt! [...]
