Life in the Classic City is good. It’s always good. But especially lately (see above :) .
Spring finally decided to show up and my pasty white skin has started to look a little more alive. You can no longer see the veins through my translucent skin! JK. But seriously.
Everyone’s always talking about spring as a time for renewal: new buds on the trees, out-with-the-old-in-with-the-new-spring-cleaning, fresh sunburns, long sunny days, the surge of vitamin d in the body…
I’m always excited for spring and all it’s newness. But there’s a lot of scary newness/change on the horizon too… many of my friends are leaving Athens after this summer—- new jobs in DC and internships in Colorado, folks headed to the Big City and folks just moving on…
And so with all this freshness is a sense of sadness for me too. This place that I love so much is facing so much change. I am facing so much change.
It’s a little strange to be staying in the same place when so much is going to be different around me… but I’m excited to see where this crazy road of life is leading…
There’s no Friday Mixtape today, in case you were wondering. (You probably weren’t, but now, YOU KNOW.) There are a myriad of reasons for this, namely:
Last Week’s Mixtape was pretty ballin’.
I have really only been listening to Justin Timberlake’s new CD this week so my only suggestion is to go buy that
Life. Has. Been. Crazy. See above photos.
Also, it’s Good Friday. Today, instead of posting fun new music, I wanted to highlight this day as one of great importance… of the greatest importance.
Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.
Yes, it’s International Waffle Day! Huzzah! Waffle Day began in Sweden as “Våffeldagen” and is celebrated by the eating of many waffles on March 25. (Thanks, Internet, for that enlightening tidbit.) America’s National Waffle Day is August 24th (the anniversary of the patenting of the first US waffle iron invented by Cornelius Swarthout) so we can party twice a year… or every day if you’re Leslie Knope.
“We need to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, work. Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn’t matter, but work is third.”
This is about to be the best day of your life. That band I was telling you about earlier this week? The Oh Hellos? Well, OH HELLO! Their album is for free on NoiseTrade.
Am I secretly a NoiseTrade employee? No. But maybe they read Morgangster? :) Why are you still reading this? GO DOWNLOAD THIS ALBUM AND ENJOY YOUR DAY! New personal fav tune is “Second Child, Restless Child” because it might as well be called “Morgan.”
Just returned from a week of Adult Spring Break, or as normal adults call it, Vacation! Slightly sunburned. More than slightly tired. Very, very extra content and happy.
In the past week, a few things have happened, and instead of going into great, laborious detail, it’s time a for a Quick List Update.
This band, The Oh Hello’s, is so fantastic. Stop whatever you’re doing and listen. And then listen again. Rinse, repeat.
I’ve been eating dried apricots as a snackie because, apparently, they are healthy and my metabolism just isn’t what it used to be. Just now, I finally discovered why—though I find them delicious— dried apricots make me a little uneasy: In elementary school at the Fall Carnival, there was a booth where you’d stick your hands in various boxes to feel “body parts” and other “scary” things. Cooked Spagetti was Loose Brains, peeled grapes were Googly Eyes. Apparently this was very appealing to me as a 9-year-old as it’s a vivid memory still at 26. The box labeled “Severed Ears”… definitely dried apricots. Woooof.
Yesterday I was playing volleyball with my youth group kids. I think I blew out my knee. There are many times when it is very clear to me that I am waaaay older than these kids (i.e. obsession with Chris Hemsworth, SnapChat, sleeping-in until noon, the ability to drink sugary non-diet cokes, listening to the lyrics of Taylor Swift songs…) but now that I feel a million years old in the knee region, it’s hard to even imagine that once in the not-so-distant past I was a teenager.
Post-Vacation Depression is a real and powerful thing.
See, I was born a restless, wayward child I could hear the whole world calling me outside
This weekend’s adventures are proudly sponsored by Sudafed and Mindy Kaling’s book “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?” because I have Fear of Missing Out syndrome and a sinus infection and I must DO ALL THE THINGS! If I’m still functioning by Monday it’ll be a miracle. #yolo?
Normally I’d be SO EXCITED THAT IT’S FRIDAYYYY but I am feeling very under-the-weather so I my enthusiasm is limited. Plus, I have a very big weekend ahead of me (bachelorette party! out-of-state friends in town! wedding! packing for a week at the beach! leaving for the beach!)
All that said, if I can get through today, I think I can run on happy endorphins to make it through the weekend. Only time will tell.
If the endorphins fail… there’s always music! Oh, and lots of meds. Here’s to surviving Friday and making it through the weekend AND PLEASE OH PLEASE DON’T LET THIS BE THE FLU RIGHT BEFORE THE BEACH…
A little while ago NPR did a story on the dangers Southern Food called Fried Chicken and Sweet Tea: Recipe for a Stroke. They featured a picture of chicken and waffles, and like the good southerners we are, all hell broke loose at the accusation. Not the claim that we live in “the stroke belt” or that most of our southern dishes can be categorized as “stroke-inducing”… but on calling Chicken and Waffles a southern dish.
In a follow-up/apology article, NPR discussed the outcries of Not Our Dish! towards C&W from most southerners:
In one of my proudest journalistic moments to date… my comment made it to the top of the list. Though, I must say I’m a little peeved no-one acknowledged my awesome Gladys Knight joke. C’mon. How many times does one get the chance to make a Midnight Train to Georgia pun in their life?
What do ya’ll think about chicken and waffles? Like them? Southern? To claim or not claim?