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Blogity Blogity Blog Blog- New Direction

Ok, so this isn't my only blog. I know a lot of the people that read this blog also read what is basically my personal journal over on Live Journal. That's where all the real dirt is. You can also find lots of whining and nonsense over there. I started this blog to be my sort of "professional" blog, but I don't really know what it's amounted to. Certainly no income.

Mostly, this is my fault because I update it so rarely and my content over here is pretty weak, but since it is my "professional" blog, I have to keep things somewhat professional, which means that I just skim the surface of my personal life and try to keep my opinions as mum as possible, as not to alienate any potential empolyers. So, why does this blog even exist and what do I hope to accomplish with it?

Well, the name of this blog is also the name of my fabulous online vintage store, Bad White Trash Memories, and I've decided to use this blog as a way of expanding on what I do there.

That means that I'm going to be talking a lot about vintage housewares. I can almost feel the rush of people unbookmarking me. I'll also be sharing my adventures in yard saling and thrifting, etc.

But because I have this ridiculous need to share my personal life with the internet, I'm going to also be starting a new blog that chronicles my experience with divorce. This blog will be anonymous and not have my real name attached to it in any way, but if you'd like to read it, shoot me an email and I'll send you the link. Well, maybe I'll send it to you, depending on who you are, but if you only know me professionally, I won't be sharing that link with you since I plan on chronicling all the ins and outs of my (very) personal life there. The live journal ridiculousness will also continue, so those of you that read that blog can keep up with me there.

I'm just trying to give this thing direction. Trying to steer the ship a little better. Get hold of the reigns. Etc.

Short Fiction and Burlesque

Last night, my friend Leah and I attended Creative Loafing's Fiction Contest Party at Eyedrum. The theme of this year's contest was "slip" which resulted in three finalists, with stories tackling cross-dressing, the disintegration of a relationship and the death of a parent. The cross-dressing story won the contest, and it was, definitely, the best of the three, but unfortunately, it also inspired a burlesque theme for the party, which resulted in four awkward performances, including at least one wardrobe malfunction leading to nipple exposure.

But one thing I did learn (I've seen nipples before) is that short fiction is where it's at. I've long since fancied myself a writer and after having moderate (okay, fine, semi-moderate) success with poetry, I moved on to novels and I am proud to have no less than four incomplete novels under my belt. But I just can't finish them. I don't have the patience and my desire to write poetry left with the angst of youth. But there's this whole intermediate genre out there that I've completely neglected. And I don't even know how this is possible since I love Flannery O'Connor so much.

Tonight, I'm off to my friend, artist Amanda Dumas-Hernandez's, closing reception of her "Blessings and Curses" exhibit at Studioplex on Auburn Ave.

Tomorrow, I'm taking my niece for a tour of Kennesaw State and then going out to dinner with my friend Wendy. Saturday and Sunday I'm working for the man.

It's a good life. Busy. But also lonely. This song seems to be stuck in my head a lot.



And speaking of Jill Andrews, I'll be seeing her February 4 at Eddie's Attic.

Hire me!

The cold weather is decidedly a downer. I've always been a fan of cold, especially in comparrison to hot, but this winter just seems to be chilling me to the core. I feel frozen in so many ways right now, but especially with my career.

I've always been pretty confident about my chosen profession, but that confidence has been shaken by the past year of unemployment. Technically, unemployment was a choice for me, but I didn't forsee the other circumstances of my life changing so dramatically.

I guess, honestly, maybe I thought that I'd have a baby and be a stay-at-home mom. Clearly, that didn't happen and it isn't likely to happen anytime in the next five years or so.

It's funny, but right now, what I want more than anything is a job. A job equals money and money equals freedom. But, it's more than that. It's something to do. Something to focus on. Something to keep my mind occupied.

I don't mind working. I get a great deal of satisfaction from my work. I want to work. I want to do good work and work hard.

So, I'm putting this out there into the ether. Someone hire me. I will work hard. I will do a good job. I am smart and adaptable and talented. I'm great under deadline pressure and stress.

Someone take a chance on me!

Less is More

I am 32 today. Thirty-two. Single. Childless. Jobless. Homeless.

I've never felt more hopeful about the future.

It's complicated

Paul and I have separated.

Well, Well, Well

Isn't Adam Lambert a dirty little boy?



Okay, seriously, people are up in arms because he kissed a dude. Um, hello? That's what gay guys do and this one has never made a secret of his sexuality, so you get what you pay for. It's just a kiss. Britney and Madonna kissed. Also an uproar, but not so much anger and hate. Like Joy Behar said, everyone loves a lesbian kiss.

But what really amazes me is that so much attention has been given to the kiss. I mean, the whole performance and song were pretty filthy. I mean, didn't the AMA producers listen to the lyrics before they signed off on this performance?

"It’s alright
You’ll be fine
Baby, I’m in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I’m the master of both
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I’ma work ya ’til your totally blown

No escaping when I start
Once I’m in I own your heart
There’s no way ‘ta ring the alarm
So hold on until it’s over

Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I’m ’bout to do?
‘Cause it’s about to get rough for you
I’m here for your entertainment"

What were they expecting for the performance? Personally, I have a soft spot for filth. I'm an old school NIN fan and I've listened to and enjoy much heavier and more subversive music than this. I think the real issue is that this dude is from American Idol, which is pretty much synonymous with wholesome family entertainment. Adam Lambert is no Carrie Underwood. This performance is certainly far from wholesome and probably not appropriate for the venue, but I might try to check him out when he comes to town.