November 18th, 2013

Born into a basketball family with alumni parents from Duke and UNC, becoming a football fan was never on my radar. There was no room for any loyalties outside those two shades of blue, and a few times a year I had to decide whether I was cheering for Duke with Dad or against Dook with Mom. The Blue Devils won out mostly because of my crush on Shane Battier and the way he could draw a charge, but basketball was my first love. I loved the team. I loved to play. Watching and playing basketball was such a huge part of my childhood and I most certainly didn’t see caring about football in my future. 

Then I went to UGA. 

It wasn’t just that our basketball team was… less than desirable. It was everything that came along with football that I got swept up in. The fanfare. The tradition. The tailgaiting. The marching band. Sanford at Sunset. The roar of the crowd during the highlight reel. The sheer number of people that poured into Athens on Saturdays. You couldn’t escape it. I knew, at my very first Georgia game between the hedges against Boise State, that I was going to be a dawg football fan for life. 

Through the years, I can safely say that (with the exception of last year’s game) the Auburn/Georgia game is always the best. It’s the Deep South’s Oldest Rivalry that made me a football fan. It’s what makes me like being a football fan.

In 2005, it was my first night game in Sanford, and even though we lost by 1 point, it was the most exhilarating and exciting (and cold game) of that season, maybe even more so than beating LSU in the SEC championship. 

The next year, the AU game finally showcased the talent of a little freshman QB from Texas named Matt Stafford who had, up until that point, had quite an abysmal season. I watched the game with friends at a cabin up in the mountains and as we jumped and danced around victoriously in our pajamas at the end of it, snow started falling outside. We ran outside, pure joy fueling our shield against the cold, and made snow angels in the light North Georgia frosting. 

The AU/UGA game of 2007 is one that requires no explanation. All you need to know is black jerseys, Knowshon, and dancing to Souljah Boy. (That’s honestly the only time I’ve ever liked Gary and Vern.) Hands down, best game experience of my life. 

I could go on and on, and this weekend’s game was no exception. Sure, it made me doubt if being a football fan was good for my heart and adrenal glands. But that 4th quarter is what being a football fan is all about. It’s what wearing the red and black and standing on metal bleachers for hours is about. It’s why CBS should write a big fat check to UGA, thanking them for a season of heart-stopping, action-packed games. It’s why the #11 jersey should be retired between the hedges. It’s why I just love football so much. 

There’s a reason that famous Christian Laettner buzzer-beating jump shot from the free-throw line is shown over and over and over again and every Duke fan knows it— and unfortunately, Kentucky fans remember it too— It’s a perfect sports moment. This last AU/UGA game has one of those crazy moments that make sports so much fun… but unfortunately, we were Kentucky in this situation. 

I already can’t wait until next year. Revenge will be sweet, as it always is. I never meant to become a football fan… but sometimes good things happen and just fall into your lap. (Auburn knows a little something about that.) I don’t think it’ll ever be easy to be a Georgia football fan, but man, it sure is fun. 

October 14th, 2013

Climbing a big, old magnolia and hanging from its branches might be the cure-all for most ills. 

September 20th, 2013

I live in a very cool part of Athens called Normaltown, which I realize is a very silly and misleading name based on the information I just divulged about it being awesome. Normaltown is an amalgamation of all the best parts of the city: restaurants and architecture and music and history and industry and education and townies on bicycles. Sometimes when I’m sitting in my bed before 11PM in my sweatpants, listening to Katy Perry’s Roar on repeat… I think to myself "Wow I am so not cool enough to live here!" But then, before I know it… I am awoken by my neighbors’ free range chickens and I think… maybe it’s just a place where weird people live and so I fit right in. 

"Normal"town, I love you.

Because I am no good at going to the gym and don’t want to become a sedentary potato… I’ve started walking to work. In the midst of this new routine, I’ve discovered more and more lovely things about this neighborhood (see pictures above for visual evidence.) And of course, my walks wouldn’t be complete without a good playlist. 

I call this Friday Mixtape… The City Walkin’ And City Lovin’ Mix. Enjoy. 

++Subscribe and listen to all the Friday Mixtapes in one big awesome place

August 31st, 2013

The very first shirt I bought as a freshman at UGA was a Georgia Rugby. I had to wait patiently until about November to be able to wear it, due to it’s thick cotton construction, but it’s become a staple for big away games as I curl up in front of the TV and cheer on my Dawgs. 

On the one hand, I’m sad this game isn’t happening down the road Between the Hedges… and on the other hand… I’m glad I can wear this shirt in August. Inside. Without anyone yelling Where’s Waldo jokes at me as I walk down the street. 

June 20th, 2013

Y’all. You all. YALLLLLL. For real. Listen to me. 

My friend Karla is amazing and you should drop whatever you’re doing RIGHT NOW and go look at her stuff. Then buy her stuff. Then think in your mind how beautiful this will look in your house and wonder what it must be like to know Karla Pruitt. (It’s amazing.) 

Seriously, I am in love with these prints. I feel so honored to have gotten to take her portrait for her new site and I cannot WAIT to have these bad boys hanging on my walls. 

The Georgia On My Mind one just slays me. 

</end dramatic prose. just finished hanging out with teenagers. it rubs off on you, I tell ya.>

April 12th, 2013
Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? 
I have been MIA from the blogscene lately for several reasons. Firstly&#8230; because I had too many secrets brewing and knew I would spill the beans before it was time and secondly&#8230; laziness? It&#8217;s always in there somewhere. 
Secrets you say? Yes. I quit my job last Friday. More on that later. 
Other things include: Liked a boy. Planted some flowers. Baked some pies. Typical things.
The boy is gone, the flowers are sort of alive and the pies were good, so all in all we can call it a somewhat successful two weeks. Somewhat.
In the summer of 2008 I studied abroad in France and went to the Cannes Film Festival with UGA. I had never done anything like that: Europe, or attempt to speak French. It was one of those experiences that gets tucked away in your soul and folded into your memory in a shiny gold box. I learned a lot about myself whilst lounging on the rock piers of the Riviera, and anytime I see or hear a reference to that Festival or to Southern France, I get a little nostalgic for the time in my life when I believed so much to be possible about the world. 
I saw the new poster for this summer&#8217;s Festival last Friday&#8230; on the morning that I quit my job. Not only do I love this photo of Paul Newman and his wife Joanne Woodward, but I love the story behind it. It was taken during production of their 1963 film A New Kind of Love and was remastered for the poster. (Side note: if any of you out there know someone who&#8217;s going to the Festival this summer&#8230; I would love to get a poster&#8230;) 
Staring at this image gave me all kinds of hope&#8230; the kind of hope that was fostered in the French sunshine many summers ago as I was nearing the end of my collegiate career and unsure of what I was going to do in the future. The kind of hope I needed to walk in there and quit. The kind of hope that endless crepes and bottles of cheap French wine can bring.
A New Kind of Love. 
My life looks very different right now than what my 21-year-old self would have thought&#8230; but I think that&#8217;s OK. I&#8217;m learning how to believe it&#8217;s OK.  
More details on the job front as I have some, but can&#8217;t really share at the moment. Soon! Until then&#8230; enjoy these tunes. Some killer tracks by Elle King and Chic Gamine, to name a few ballers. But the whole thing is ballin&#8217;. 
Happiest of Fridays to you. 
++All the Fridayiest Tunes here!

Seriously though&#8230; any UGA kids out there going to the festival and wanna bring me back a poster :)&#160;?

Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? 

I have been MIA from the blogscene lately for several reasons. Firstly… because I had too many secrets brewing and knew I would spill the beans before it was time and secondly… laziness? It’s always in there somewhere. 

Secrets you say? Yes. I quit my job last Friday. More on that later. 

Other things include: Liked a boy. Planted some flowers. Baked some pies. Typical things.

The boy is gone, the flowers are sort of alive and the pies were good, so all in all we can call it a somewhat successful two weeks. Somewhat.

In the summer of 2008 I studied abroad in France and went to the Cannes Film Festival with UGA. I had never done anything like that: Europe, or attempt to speak French. It was one of those experiences that gets tucked away in your soul and folded into your memory in a shiny gold box. I learned a lot about myself whilst lounging on the rock piers of the Riviera, and anytime I see or hear a reference to that Festival or to Southern France, I get a little nostalgic for the time in my life when I believed so much to be possible about the world. 

I saw the new poster for this summer’s Festival last Friday… on the morning that I quit my job. Not only do I love this photo of Paul Newman and his wife Joanne Woodward, but I love the story behind it. It was taken during production of their 1963 film A New Kind of Love and was remastered for the poster. (Side note: if any of you out there know someone who’s going to the Festival this summer… I would love to get a poster…

Staring at this image gave me all kinds of hope… the kind of hope that was fostered in the French sunshine many summers ago as I was nearing the end of my collegiate career and unsure of what I was going to do in the future. The kind of hope I needed to walk in there and quit. The kind of hope that endless crepes and bottles of cheap French wine can bring.

A New Kind of Love. 

My life looks very different right now than what my 21-year-old self would have thought… but I think that’s OK. I’m learning how to believe it’s OK.  

More details on the job front as I have some, but can’t really share at the moment. Soon! Until then… enjoy these tunes. Some killer tracks by Elle King and Chic Gamine, to name a few ballers. But the whole thing is ballin’. 

Happiest of Fridays to you. 

++All the Fridayiest Tunes here!

Seriously though… any UGA kids out there going to the festival and wanna bring me back a poster :) ?

February 6th, 2013

I love Athens. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone who has spent any amount of time here to disagree with you. For some, it’s a kind of Neverland— a place that exists in memory as the hallowed ground on which the years 18-22 were joyously spent with cheap rent and flowing kegs and balancing research papers with afternoon naps and football games under a clear Georgia sky. For others, it’s an eclectic and creative haven, burgeoning with music and art and great food and more great food. It’s the land of a thousand coffee shops, bars, music venues, and places to brunch. But it’s a hard place to live, too. 

Hard in the sense that it’s transient. (I’ve talked about this before.) But it’s also hard because despite its cultural offerings and prevalent scene of academia, it’s a broken place. The poverty is astounding. The industrial and economic infrastructure is unstable. The city that is loved by so many is often left by so many.  Athens is able to remain a perfect snapshot in memory because if you don’t invest in the city, you never know its troubles, its depth, its bleakness. (People are like this, too, I think.)

I have felt (ever since I decided to stay here back in the summer of 2009 after graduating from UGA) a certain kinship with this place. Something holding me here. Some unfinished work or duty to remain in the city I love. I couldn’t exactly explain it, and many of my friends who served this place well and loved it just as I did moved on, beginning to love new places and new cities. We all did what we felt we needed to do. And I felt I needed to stay in Athens.

One of my best friends from college who now lives in Atlanta sent me a sermon a few months back from her church and said that she thought of me when she heard it. She and a number of my pals from UGA have grown to love Atlanta and many of them have “committed” to living in the city, probably forever. It’s not an easy thing to do when you’re a 20-something to say “This is my home. I am dedicated to its welfare. I am for the city.” especially when it’s so tempting to wander and explore and be transient and free and experimental*. The sermon, based on Jeremiah 29:4-8, was about establishing permanence, investing in infrastructure, and planning for a long and faithful work wherever the Lord sends you. And I think that’s what He’s doing with me here in Athens, with my friends in Atlanta, and a myriad of other people across the state, country, and globe. 

If you’re thinking about permanence, about your place in the world, about the brokenness of your city or your school or your town or your job… listen to this. Even if you’re reading this and are not a Christian… I urge you to listen.

Download Sermon: Renewal | Pastor Leonce Crump II

Every time he says “Atlanta” just swap it with your city. It probably applies. I could have written the whole sermon down, but here are some nuggets I found particularly helpful:

"You cannot will yourself to care about this city. The Holy Spirit has to break your heart for what breaks His."

"Pray that god would alter your heart so that you would not quit… that you would see the city the way He sees it and love it the way He loves it. And because of that, we seek its welfare so that it will reflect the glory of God."

"Jesus wants far more than your stuff or your money… he wants your whole heart."

*And it’s not that those things are bad. In fact, I’d argue that a certain amount of wandering and exploration and transience is a good thing, especially for the young and unattached. But what would it look like if we invested in our cities, cared about its people, and sought to make it a better place?

December 4th, 2012

Tis the season in the pretty little city. #athens #uga (at City Hall)

November 30th, 2012

I made this print and put it on some cards for Thank You Notes a while back— everyone I sent them to loved them and some even wondered if I had the print in a larger format or poster-sized! Always a nice feeling! (oh stop stop you’re making my blush…)

In my flattered laziness, it’s taken me until now to get something up online, but you can now buy the Glory Glory print (in gray or black) for $18, printed at 11x17 on heavyweight archival matte paper. Plus, 15% off today with the code: 12DAILYDEAL3 

Perfect for a Christmas gift or recent/almost UGA grad or newly admitted pup! I have some other posters collecting dust on my harddrive that I might be uploading in the future, so stay tuned and… Go Dawgs.  

The Glory Glory Print is perfect for the home of any Bulldog fan. Simple enough to blend with most home designs, but bold enough to let everyone know who you’re cheering for on Saturday. Glory Glory and Let’s Go Dawgs!

November 30th, 2012

WE BUILT THIS CITY ON ROCK AND ROLLLLLLLLL 


It’s Friday, and I am very excited. 1. Because it’s Friday and 2. The Dawgs play for the SEC Championship tomorrow. Am I wearing Red and Black right now? You betcha. Do I have unrealistic optimism about tomorrow’s victory? Of course. All good Georgia fans do. 

All good Georgia fans are also aware of the uncanny similarities of this season’s set-up with the championship season of 1980:  Alabama was #2 in the SEC and UGA beat Notre Dame for the Big Win. I love stuff like that. Statistic nerds around the world rejoice. It’s enough to give me chills. 

In honor of the 1980 season (and with the hopes that 2012 will feel like deja vu)… this week’s Mixtape hosts some of my favorite tunes from the 80s. 

Tomorrow I better see all my Dawgs sporting acid washed jeans and rocking the casbah.  Maybe if we can make it feel like 1980 we won’t stop believing and we’ll win. BRING ME A HIGHER LOVE, Dawgs. Don’t go losing. Don’t do me like that. 

October 23rd, 2012

My pal Alyssa and her pal Natasha set out to give a guide to Athens for Design Sponge and oh, is it pretty. Pretty to look at thanks to the designs of Sarah Lawrence and pretty to read because all of the places and things they chose are such lovely places and things. 

Come visit! Come stay! Move here! Whatever it takes! I love my little city! 

sarahclawrence:

I recently worked with two lovely ladies from Athens to make a city guide for Designsponge.com, a modern ladies’ design mecca. Natasha and Alyssa compiled a list of their favorite places here and I pulled my favorites from the list to make a map of the downtown area. This is the third map I’ve done for Athens, and I love these! 

Reblogged from Sarah Lawrence
October 11th, 2012

Yes, the Digital Atlanta Conference has been filled with learning awesome things about the tech and digital world from interesting people in cool jobs. But there’s also just a lot of ATL Love… folks who love their city and want to see it succeed, prosper, and define what’s on the horizon for technology, creativity, and well, living well. 

I was a little afraid all this ATL Love Talk was going to make me want to move to Atlanta (which has long been my nagging, irrational fear.) And while I do LOVE the people and the food and the creativity that makes up that city… I’m not yet convinced it’s the place for me. In a way, it made me more passionate about living in Athens. 

Athens, if you’ve ever been here you’ll know, is this wonderful little micro-city that breathes and synthesizes a unique culture flavor. It’s at one moment this robust, yuppy, scholastic enclave and the next it’s a teeming, swirling hotbed of music, art, and entertainment.  The food, outstanding. The people, so strange and smart. The architecture, southern hospitality and walkable streets make it a beauty to behold. 

Despite all that, Athens lacks a lot of what could make it into a world-class city where people want to live forever and not just an amazing college town where people stay for a few years before moving on to something more permanent. 

Athens is a transient place. As a permanent resident, this is something that aches my heart continually. I meet new people often knowing that they are only here for a season… mostly because of being in school or the lack of diverse career options. Athens is a training ground because of the University… and one that often feeds our talented residents to the nearest Big City when the pickin’s get slim. 

Don’t get me wrong: people love Athens. Anyone who has ever lived here will forever save a small part of their heart that is the shape of The Classic City.  But how do we build a community here that people want to invest in before they leave for something Bigger and Greater just down the road? I don’t have the answers but I’m excited to think about them and what it could mean for my beloved Pretty Little City. 

September 28th, 2012

Congratulations on making it to another Friday. Time to treat yo self. Enjoy today, tell someone you love them, and Go Dawgs. 

You can also subscribe to my FRIDAYS mix and listen to all the tunes from all the Friday Mixtapes. If you needed like, hours and hours of music to listen to, that’s a nice place to start. 

August 27th, 2012

Monday Love - Normaltown 


I’m a big fan of projects. My Myers-Briggs test indicated I am bad at follow-through, so giving tasks the title of “Project!” really helps get me motivated to stick with something. Probably some left over fear from grade school about not getting A’s or getting into college, but I digress. 

The new project I’m tackling is really two-fold. First, I just moved to a new neighborhood and am constantly discovering new things about the city of Athens because of said-move.  What I’m talking about here, people, is food (if I’m being honest.) I’ve lived in this city for 7 (holy guacamole) years and the fact that there are still things to discover is one of my favorite things about this little Slice-o-Heaven. So, I’m starting, along with some of my friends, to do a Normaltown Food Discovery Adventure.  If you live in Athens or have been here for a visit, I’m hoping to enlighten you on some hidden gems off the beaten path. 

The second part of the project involves t-shirts and you (and your friends.) I’m just going to leave that tantalizing little nugget out there until more of the details come together… so stay tuned. 

Normaltown Food Discovery Adventure, commence! 

m o r g a n g s t e r

a twenty-something breakfast enthusiast just trying to find my way in this crazy world. a designer by trade, a photographer by passion, a believer by grace.
Athens, Georgia

Networks