The Pack is Back

Apartment shopping is the absolute worst. Second maybe only to moving; the act of lugging a 200[million] pound table made of solid wood up two flights of stairs while one lung collapses and you lose a limb to the tetris-like rotating required to fit it through a door, and that is enough to make even a saint cry in a corner. That being said, I just had the easiest apartment-finding experience to ever grace the pages of history.

In order for you to fully appreciate this situation, I still feel like you need more background. Apartment hunting = awful. Apartment hunting in Nashville = 3rd ring in Dante’s Inferno. We all know people in Nashville can be a little boujie. Sometimes they be thinking that just because they added some crown molding to a living room, you will be totally on board with their conviction that this building is now basically the Taj Mahal. “Now this one is about $150 more a month” they’ll grimace slightly just so you really feel like they’re one of you, then they turn on you and practically shout “BUT! It’s because IT’S UPDATED!” *cue hair flip and wink as you’re partially blinded by all the brilliantly white teeth they’re suddenly flashing at you in full force. What exactly does that mean, you’ll ask innocently. And you’ll learn that OBVIOUSLY this means they’ve cleaned the carpet. And made absolute certain that the dishwasher is the same color as the fridge and IT’S YOUR LUCK DAY, they’re both black because FOR THE LOVE, how would you ever have been able to look anyone in the eye if you had WHITE appliances!??!

And please, don’t even get me started on location inconsistencies around here. I currently live in the most diverse part of the city, but because we live near some old WASP-y people, our rent is higher? There’s nothing here but a Kroger and a McDonald’s but since the people in the neighborhoods 5 miles up the road are capable of differentiating between peonies and cabbage roses, you get to pay more rent. If you drive 5 miles the other way, however, you’ll find that rent is almost halved, and even though people’s eyes will grow as round as dinner plates when they hear you’re moving to Antioch, the only real difference is that people in those neighborhoods don’t have any seasonal monogrammed wreaths hanging on their doors.

It was with this insight looming in the back of my mind that I entered into
my latest bout of house hunting. I got easily frustrated with the basic Trulia, Craigslist game, so I made calling all the “For Rent” numbers I saw while driving my thing. One Saturday we walked to Musician’s Corner from KB’s (because, like, global warming and fitness and stuff) and on our way back I saw a tiny little sign in a cul-de-sac. Per my MO I called and some very confused sounding old man asked me weird questions about whether I was an adult or not and do I have ANY pets, because no, don’t have pets. It was weird and maybe most people would’ve been skeptical, but it was a one bedroom in an amazing location and it was affordable. (Also there’s that really unfortunate lack of fear when in potentially dangerous situations thing that plagues me too) I set up a time to meet him to see the place, and that phone call went like this:

Me: Well, I could come by Wednesday morning if that’s ok.
Him: Well, yeah, ok. Tell me your name again. What time?
Me: *spells name again. Is 9:00 ok? I can really do whenever is good for you.
Him: 9:00? Yeah that’s fine.
Me: Ok.
Him: Well can’t you do earlier? Earlier is better.
Me: I can do whenever works best for you.
Him: Well anytime works best for me.
Me: Ok….so 8:30?
Him: That’s perfect. Let me write it in my calendar. *35 seconds of silence
…Ok it’s in there, and just call me that morning and remind me about it and what time it is.
Me: […] sure.

A little confused about the purpose of his aforementioned calendar, but excited about potentially having a place to live I was excited for the meeting. When I pulled up that morning, he was already there, ortho-velcro shoes on, fanny pack in full force, moving the trash cans. I knew when I saw that fanny pack, I was looking at my new home. It’s tiny and hasn’t been renovated since probably 1972(the home, not the fanny pack) (they were required by the fire department to give me a brochure about lead paint and say that to their knowledge, there was none in that building), but I think it’s charming. The lease I signed had clearly been typed up on an actual typewriter, maybe also in 1972 and I had to agree that I WOULDN’T HANG ANYTHING OR PAINT STUFF, unless I used little tacks. It was all in all a pretty painless process seeing as I thought I was filling out an application to be considered while he was filling my name in on a lease. Absolutely everything about the entire happening was old school, but since the one bedroom in the condo next door is being rented out for $750 more A MONTH than my new place, I think I can live with it.

Pretty soon I’ll be running to the park and walking to KB’s for Kardashian marathons, and it’s all thanks to the unwarranted trust and confidence that wearing a fanny pack will cause people to have in you. So take that, fanny pack nay-sayers. The pack is [sort-of in a really weird way, almost] back. And I’ll be sending out new address post cards soon, to all you letter lovers.


Delta Rae



I saw these guys at the Hangout Fest in May, and I’ve been on a “play-on-repeat” kind of kick lately. They are so good live, and even though the sound in this live video doesn’t do them near the justice they deserve, you get a good idea of how fun they are on stage. Enjoy :)


And this is just my favorite song of theirs.


Closely followed by this one:


photobomb love.

i know this sort of post is a little weird and a lot lacking in content, but i think this knowledge is something you need in your quest to truly know me.

this is maybe my favorite picture ever. when i tutored in college (on days when i had students like this), i would look at it before and after each appointment just to keep smiling. i’m not even kidding-every. single. time. i look at this picture it slays me.

also, if we’re friends, i know what you’re thinking. and i’m totes okay with the fact that me and that seal are the same piece of work.

it don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing.

it’s always so hard to figure out exactly what to blog about post-blog neglection. i mean, along the way i’ve had all these wonderful ideas and exciting possibilities, but since i woefully didn’t write any of them down, they’re lost somewhere in the back of my mind.

it’s also challenging because even if i could remember them i wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with weightier issues and thoughts (yes, i have them from time to time) when you would surely be unprepared due to my leaving you in solidarity for so long. so here’s where i’ll start. i’m going to give you a short list of some of my MOST favorite newly-ish discovered blogs and since almost all of them can be used as a segue into those unnamed “other things” i haven’t told you about recently, i think it’s a good plan.


it’s in all caps because it’s so awesome. my new friend anna (click her name for her blog) introduced me to it, and since i have committed to a slightly ambitious reading plan for the year, it’s phenomenal and perfect.

#2 bookmania.

i know two in a row is revealing my geek nature hard core, but this blog is just SO wonderful. inspiration galore and it’s not just words; they post pictures too, so now you have no excuse not to go.

#3 The Blog.

designer Jon Contino. his tumblr is fun, but his portfolio is where it’s at. it makes me drool. (click here to swoon alongside me) also i really love it when people put articles in front of words and thus create a definitive tone. fun.

#4 Nerd Boyfriend

they take fun pictures and literally show you how to dress like the nerds in them. it’s awesome! and there’s a girl version too. clever, clever.

i’ll stop there because 4 is my favorite number, and i also think that gives you pah-lenty to enjoy for now. i promise to come back soon and debrief the Lord of the Rings series with you since i finally processed through finishing it.


skilled. like @TheSkillery

File this one under, things I want to be part of. And by “want to” I mean, I’m probably going to become a professional salsa dancer AND a professional photographer. Recently I’ve stumbled upon this up and coming wonder called The Skillery and because this is my blog because I love y’all, just haaaad to share.

click this picture for their twitter page

And holy cow, it’s like the jackpot of all jackpots for learners everywhere. (I’m a learner) (I’m ecstatic) Basically they’re out to provide opportunities for the creative and talented in a community to teach the ready and willing. The subject matter varies profoundly, but the outcome is the same. You enter as old, regular you, but you leave with a new skill, understanding, or passion-you, but better! What?! The coolest. In fact, in case you decide not to visit their site (stupidly because you’re busy) read them explain what they’re trying to do here (because goodness, they’re good with words):

Visit their site, follow them on twitter, then tell me when they offer a cooking class, just in case I miss it. (yeah right, like that’s going to happen. I’m waiting for that cooking class like nerds are waiting for the premier of The Avengers movie)

Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, I need a date to the midnight premier of The Avengers. Takers?