It’s a nannerpancake kinda morning
words, in trees.
Ain’t nothin better than porch sitting in Carolina on a day like today. Speaking of porches, come see us at Hummingbird Cafe in Durham this Friday from 4:30-6:30! :)
With Antje Duvekot and Elana!
ARB solo prax for this Friday at @casbah Durham. Tonight drums tomorrow cello. We’ve gotta hella moody set for yall who suffer from #SAD
Praise be to the yoga gods that I have located the airport wine bar. Almost back in North Cackalack!
The folk community hierarchy were all pretty indifferent towards me and showed very little enthusiasm. They could tell I wasn’t from the North Carolina mountains, nor was I a very commercial singer, either. I just didn’t fit in.
blorft.
I know you’re going to have a hard time believing this but as it turns out, Tina Fey (yes, THE Tina Fey) knows me, and so intimately, in fact, that she has invented a word to describe what I am going through right now: “blorft”. This is a word Tina invented that means “completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.”
In Austin… busy eating tacos.
It is a great art to saunter.
She says that in order to be a writer, never have a day job where you have to write.
“One of my Barnard writing professors, B.J. Chute, used to tell us not to take jobs that included writing of any kind because there was no chance we would then go home at night and take up our own material. But she predated the Internet, which is more dangerous than a copywriting gig. I’m convinced that there are only so many words per day in the human body: If you do some longish emails and a few tweets, you feel done.”
I take this as a sign that quitting my day job is the right choice.
