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The deed is done. I’m completely moved. Get a Move On from Annie Parsons on Vimeo. Let’s hear it for the Handy Graham! I have amazing friends. And a ridiculous amount of crap. What is it about cardboard boxes and newspaper that make your hands break open and bleed? My fragile little hands look like…

A blog is coming after lunch. Patience, my people. I’m moving a little slow today…

Tonight, I am moving out of my sweet little Music Row apartment – the one that has held me for my first year in Nashville. When I moved in, I had a chair and a dresser; I slept on the hardwood floor in a sleeping bag, and drank my morning coffee wrapped in a blanket…

Christmas is closing in all around me, like an army of ants on a stale, crusty French fry. I am the French fry. I have barely done any Christmas shopping, and with my big move happening in 3 days, I’m not sure when I’ll have the chance to get some ho-ho-ho-ing done. (I don’t think…

So there I was. I had run 4.3 miles, rounded up some moving boxes, taken a hot bath, eaten some summer sausage as a late dinner (I know – what on earth? WHY do I have two gigantic summer sausages in my fridge?), and was wearing my flannel duck pajamas (don’t judge), ready to turn…

At church on Sunday night, the pastor mentioned that in all of his interactions with people of my generation, the overwhelming majority of us feel apathetic and bored. I know that I do – at least, very often I do. We’re all wrestling with the questions, “What is my purpose?” “What am I good at?”…

Quick show of hands – who here has had a crush? At some point? At any point? If you have ever had a crush, well then. Go listen to my latest song, “Make a Mess,” on my MySpace. I feel confident in saying that I love this one. We just finished it, and I think…

Let me begin by saying that U is for a lot of hideous words. Udder. Ulcer. Urethra. Uvula. Upchuck. U might be turning into my least favorite letter. However, U is also for Ubiquitous, which is what I was this weekend – seemingly present everywhere at once. Becca and I did a lot. And friends,…

You know how kids are always told to never touch a power line? How do the birds live? This was my “maundering pondering” of the morning, as I drove to the airport to fetch Becca. Little Sister is visiting for the weekend; unfortunately, I am at work today, for temping takes no holiday – even…

Okay, not to be Miss Bossy Pants, but there are several things that you absolutely HAVE to do. First of all, you have to look up my new pal Neal Carpenter on iTunes – he has one song, “Don’t Give Up On Me,” for sale. And you guys. Believe me when I say that this…