My response wouldn’t fit in 350 characters. I’m wordy. Both Ellijay and Asheville are excellent choices. I love the little town feel of Ellijay and Asheville is wonderful in all it’s slightly hippy glory. Biltmore has truly gorgeous grounds and I really enjoyed seeing inside the house (but I’m a big ol’ dork). It depends on how you feel because Asheville can feel like a little bit of a haul from Atlanta. But I get restless in the car after 4 or 5 hours. If you are up for the car trip, go for it. Practically speaking, I think Asheville will be more expensive though. More gas, more expensive inns, entry into Biltmore, etc…
I wore a hoodie when taking the dog out this morning. That means only one thing.
Fall is right around the corner.
Like everyone, I love fall. The cool weather. The cute clothes. The excuse to cuddle even closer.
But this fall is different. This is the last fall before the bunny.
I tend to let fall pass me by because I live in Atlanta and fall just kind of comes and goes.
Not this year. This year I want to really ‘do’ fall.
I (again) need your help.
What is within a driving (less than 5 or 6 hours) distance where we can go enjoy fall? I’m looking for a cute b&b, lots of pretty leaves, a place to pick apples and overall ‘fall-ness’. With all of the current and upcoming changes, we need a weekend to get away and enjoy where we are right this instant. To stop time for just a few days. Got anything for me?
We are important and our lives are important, magnificent really, and their details are worthy to be recorded. This is how writers must think, this is how we must sit down with pen in hand. We were here; we are human beings; this is how we lived. Let it be known, the earth passed before us. Our details are important. Otherwise, if they are not, we can drop a bomb and it doesn’t matter… We must become writers who accept things as they are, come to love the details, and step forward with a yes on our lips.
“Writing Down the Bones” by Natalie Goldberg (via julie911)
Next week is a big book week here in my fair city. Leading up to the Decatur Book Festival, there are many esteemed and up and coming authors coming to town. I have three particular events I had circled to attend. Alas, I can only make it to one. It’s a very busy personal week for me too.
First up, on Wednesday Jonathan Safran Foer, author of Eating Animals and Everything is Illuminated at the Atlanta History Center (a great venue for all things awesome…including weddings:). I invited a very good, vegetarian friend of mine to go and I think it’ll be an interesting talk. Though, I told her I’d still probably want to hit up Mellow Mushroom for a beer and a meat lovers pizza afterward. Ha!
On Friday Janathan Franzen-who has ignited quite an interesting…um…”debate”, okay, hoopla, on the web lately, will be the keynote speaker opening the aforementioned Decatur Book Festival and kicking off his tour for his new novel Freedom. Tickets are free! But don’t get excited. I called every stinking bookstore and box office that were giving the tickets away last week and they are gone, gone, Gone With The Wind (see what I did there). Apparently being on the cover of Time Magazine and being a “literary darling” makes it impossible for the peons to get in to see you.
As the festival continues to Saturday, I was planning on stalking seeing Emily Giffin who is speaking at around 11a.m. I’ve seen her many, many times…and I still go whenever I have the chance to hear her speak. It’s convenient that she lives in my city, so my access is better than a lot of people’s. That sounded super stalker-ish, but I just mean that I have more chances to hear her speak because she does a lot of events around town. I saw her at this very book festival 2 years ago when Love The One You’re With was coming out. Last year I was overseas, so I missed the entire festival.
I can’t go because I have been booked for a super special B-Day party, and it’s the day of my h.s. reunion. I’m helping out a bit so hanging out at the book festival just isn’t in the cards (sad). Next year, it’s on! I really encourage you to go if you are even remotely in the area. The DBF is a pretty prestigious event, drawing lots of distinguished authors. It’s free (save parking, but take Marta, which dumps you, literally, in the middle of the action). This is either the largest or second largest festival of this kind (strictly literary) in the country, so it’s no joke. The author list is huge and includes plenty of Pulitzer Prize winners and New York Times Bestsellers.
Safran Foer picture via. Time picture via. Emily Giffin picture via me.
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Do you guys ever get this? The “you look like X famous person”, or “My Co-worker Becky”, or “my cousin’s baby mama.”
I get this all the time. I never look like a famous person. No Halle Berry or Zoe Saldana for me! I get the standard variety, “you look like my neighbor” or “You look like a woman who I see at the grocery store every week.”
It drives me nuts, not because they say it, but because I have never, ever seen someone in person who looks like me. And I only ever saw one person in a magazine that I thought looked similar to me. And no, that person was not a model. She was a “real person” for one of those “real people makeovers” all the ‘zines do nowadays. And that only happened very recently.
Years ago, I worked at a theater (stage, not movie) where some employee photos were hung on a wall. Someone asked if one of the photos was me and I was so offended. “Is that what I look like?” It wasn’t great. I suppose it was a nice enough photo, but I didn’t think I looked at all like the woman in it. This is gonna sound bad, but it looked almost like a headshot of Nell Carter, and I don’t think I look like Nell Carter (cue raging insecurity). No offense to Nell Carter. I watched my fair share of Gimme a Break reruns back in the day.
Since then, whenever I get the “you look like…” I always wonder who these people are and if I actually look like them. Or they look at me. If I saw them on the street would I think they were cute or attractive? Would I have the same reaction I did to that photo? Do I not know what I look like? What if I just haven’t accepted what I look like and that’s why I had such a strong reaction to that photo.
I think this picture is hilarious, btw. via. I can say that no one has ever compared me to Flav. or a Gremlin.
You guys, I really want a dog. I’m feeling the need to give out some major loooovvvvveeee and an adorable little puppy has been on my mind.
But, I don’t think I would be a good pet owner right now. I’m relatively transient and while I’m home a lot, on the days I’m gone, I’m gone for hours and hours. There’s no way I can properly take care of a dog. And that gives me the SADZ!
I need to stop looking at Rama…
an adorable beagle mix, and Tyrone
at Atlanta Pet Rescue. I die at the cuteness! And the names. Is Tyrone not the best dog name ever?!?!
Instead of adopting a dog, I bought a necklace from Anne Taylor Loft.
It’s not quite the same, but I won’t feel guilty for leaving this necklace at home for hours or neglecting it when I have to study for the bar.
Been here and gone and back again. I’ve just been living life, and napping, and feeling good. Really good. Save those beans I had for lunch…stomach still sort of hates me for that.
Again, I’ve been feeling good. Maybe it’s being back in school. Maybe it’s that the season is starting to turn. I feel more comfortable in my skin when I’m not sweating my nonexistent balls off.