Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word holy shit that was awesome. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
For a long time I’ve been longing for a good place to go to get good musical recommendations. And more than recommendations I wanted someone/something to offer advice. As you may remember, I have lost a lot of faith in music bloggers playing that role. I’ve come to terms with the what they’re doing as [...]
Last night at Rock & Roll Bookclub somewhere between the homemade chili with chorizo and three different peppers and the divine butter cream chocolate dessert, I decided it would be a good idea to drink an entire bottle of wine. Ouch. Waking up this morning was not fun. About half a cup of coffee into [...]
Monday, I was pretty damn sure I’d never deal with Tires Plus again. I was still pretty miffed at the shoddy treatment I received over the weekend, and when the manager called I blew him off. Mature? Probably not. But I had convinced myself there really was nothing they could do to make me happy, [...]
One: Ruby & I took a little slide into the ditch on our way to The Nerdery this morning. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no median jumping, no careening into oncoming traffic, no landing on our side on a hill. It was a just a fishtail and a slow slide into a snowbank on the [...]
Nolan has informed me that Barack Obama has won and that it’s a good thing because McCain was kind of rude. Now he sits on the couch leafing through an old issue of Rolling Stone looking for pictures of Barack Obama (every time he says the first and last name). Liam kneels on the floor [...]
1. Ethan Canin told me I was making him nervous. I wasn’t even doing anything creepy. All I did was introduce myself and told him that the e-mail he sent me about my post on America, America made my summer. “Now I’m nervous,” he said. He was so nervous, in fact, that he misspelled a [...]
Last week I finally got my copy for Send Yourself Roses from the publisher. I was pretty stoked because now I could finally see for myself what page 237 really said. I can’t tell you what pleases me most, that Ruby was called by name or that I’m considered a young woman. I keep asking [...]
So I got a mention in Kathleen Turner’s memoir Send Yourself Roses. It is by far the weirdest, most random thing to happen to me up to this point. This morning I got a lovely e-mail from a gentleman named Don who said this: I’m one of the early reviewers for Kathleen Turner’s new book, [...]
I’ve been doing my best this weekend to wallow in a sea of self pity. Because impending unemployment and Christmas didn’t suck enough, PMS has decided to come for a visit. This makes for a perfect wallowing situation, right? Wrong. Wallowing takes a certain sort of focus. To properly wallow one must spend great amounts [...]
I have long been of the belief that one should never meet their heroes because it’s bound to be disappointing. Really, what can come of a meet up with someone who you’ve invested so much in and who doesn’t know you from Adam? Well let me tell you this darling ones, I was wrong. Yeah, [...]
“I read that because I heard you were going to be here,” Joshua Furst the author of the absolutely wonderful (and challenging in a good way all books should challenge you) The Sabotage Cafe said. “Where’d you hear that?” I asked because I should not be allowed to talk to total strangers. “Oh,” he smiled. [...]
I haven’t opened a single Christmas present yet, but I already got the best gift I’m gonna get this year. You see, Saturday night I had myself a little panic attack. I was still pretty raw from my wanton Googling escapade. One minute I was bent over blow drying my hair and the next I’m [...]
Mary Gaitskill is tiny. She wore a perfectly tailored, brown pinstriped suit (the one here. The podium came up to her chest, and she read from Veronica under the heavy, dark eyebrow of Frida Kahlo. At first I thought she came off as cold. But the more I watched her, the more I listened, Gaitskill [...]
(wolfdogg took this picture, click to see the ‘notes’) Listen up all you doubters. Yes, all you who do not believe in the power of my Make Sweet Sweet Love to Me™ Vibe. It works! Well, it kind of works. No, I did not convince Mike Doughty to ravish me using the power of my [...]
after the westerberg concert and the backstage debacle at The Riv (which i haven’t told you about yet), the westernerd crew headed back to the dorm for a hootenanny. Wolf, one of my travelling companions (along with Kelly and The Load) had brought a guitar, and there was booze. the booze, that is the important [...]
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