Good news!
I’ve received permission from a local photographer to use her work in a chapbook that I’m making called Jerkwater. It will be a collection of short photo essays about south Georgia, and kind of a cumulative love letter/break-up letter to the south in general.
So if you’ve donated, look forward to receiving a copy in the mail within the next few weeks. :) And if anyone else is interested in purchasing a copy for a small donation, I’ll put up a link to my PayPal account once I’ve finished.
Not Portland
One day, I want to live in a southern town where cycling to the supermarket is okay, so much that there are bike lanes and shops that sell Chrome bags on every corner. I want to be in a place where young men in trucks wave instead of honking and whooping in my direction; where women in pink camo collegiate hats who drive Suburbans rock out to Morning Eclectic instead of screeching at me to get out of the road.
Black Swan is a radically feminine re-adaptation of Fight Club.
I love group projects! They’re an excellent way to hone my collaboration skills for my future jobs that might require teambuilding and networking!
— No one on tumblr, ever.
I had the chance to interview rap duo Kin4Life (IQ, left, Nor, right) about their performance at Mondo Homo in Atlanta this past Memorial Day weekend.
Here’s a bit of an outtake on what they’re listening to:
Nor: I’m bumping Meek Mill’s Dream Chasers Vol. 2 and Wiz Khalifa’s Taylor Alterdice mixtapes. I love both of these artists’ individual style and charisma. They inspire me to push hard and keep my eyes on the prize. Both of the artists have a certain hunger in their music that emanates.
IQ: I work for the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra when I am in my Clark Kent mode, haha. So we have been listening to Tchaikovsky, Copland, and a little John Williams to get ready for the Youth Orchestra. My iPod is rocking that Welcome to Planet Noriq Vol.3: The Smokers Edition. I’m jaded; I can’t do new rap. Life After Death by Biggie is the blueprint.
I’m all kinds of in love.
The full re-cap of Mondo should be up over here later this week.
In the meantime, try out their mixtape.
I didn’t realize how much I hated TV until I got one.
The Application
If I could bring myself to be honest
with my prospective employers,
I would attach a dollar to my skinny
resume with a Post-It note, reading:
Thank you for considering me for
this position, even
though I have no intention
of staying with your company; But
for the time being, I happily will be
your casual laborer, and like casual
sex, I will only be in it for the
money: See the attached buck
You’d be surprised how
far I can stretch that dollar—
further than Rudy Giuliani
stretched his career
off the numbers 9, 1, and 1.
I am in it for two weeks’ pay
A check, a checkmate
and I will never work again
…until I am hungry in three months
As you can see from the attached resume,
I am a college drop out, however,
I still have a BA from Georgia Southern
in Belligerent Arguing with country girls at
muggy house parties on why they vote
like their daddies
and drink Budweiser
like their daddies
I had intentions of securing an MFA as well,
but there was not a clever enough acronym
Overcompensation
If there is no coffee—yet tea is an option—you’re likely to find me clutching a mug of it made with a minimum of three teabags.
So I’m a speechwriter for a state representative candidate now.
I need a beer and a porkpie hat.
