Annie Parsons

The dynamite life continues – sparkles and burns and all. Right now, I am trying to turn some can’ts into cans, and setting some big wheels into motion.  Right now, I have other things tying up my creative/emotional time/energy, so guess what: I’ll see you on Monday. With exciting news.

2011 has exploded like a stick of dynamite.  I am bursting with news and ideas and questions and possibilities and opportunities.  I have no idea what it all means, or where it’s heading, or how, or why, or even if the ending is going to be happy and good and right – I just know…

It’s clear from every wedding reception/bachelorette party/alcohol-fueled error of judgment that I am no dancer.  I’ve got rhythm, but I’m all kinds of awkward in my own skin – and this is never more obvious than when I am called upon to drop it like it’s hot. But then there’s Zumba, the “Latin-based dance-fitness program”…

First, set the scene: waterside. Next, choose a random hobby – coin collecting, or stained glass windows, or composing music.  This hobby will help create a narrative arc that will act as a metaphor for deeper emotional storylines. Now, take an unlikely couple.  At first, they don’t like each other, because they’re just too different. …

I have a confession: I have never listened to Mumford & Sons. I know.  They’re, like, all the rage these days.  But I don’t even know what they sound like. Everybody loves them and will probably murder me for not being on the bandwagon already.  Who knows – maybe if I heard them, I would…

BREAKING NEWS: my EP (yes, of 2009 renown) is finally available for digital download. What took me so long?  Oh, I don’t know.  My mom getting cancer.  Moving across the country.  Running so much.  Traveling so much.  Going to so many weddings.  Various existential crises. I guess it took the Honda dying and leaving me…

I still cannot believe it. – – – – – – – – Yesterday, my dad called the Honda “the Grey Goose.”  Then, Becca called it “Hans.”  Both of these things strike me as hilarious since the Honda never really had a name. – – – – – – – – Remember when the Honda…

I know.  You have been nervously refreshing the page every moment since last Friday, awaiting an update as to the Honda’s fate. Well, people, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I’m alive. The bad news is that if oil were blood, my engine would be the beaches of Normandy….

My sister Sarah recently introduced me to DJ Earworm, who, at the end of each December, creates an epic mashup of the top 25 songs of the year. They are ridiculous. I know I love country music, but Earworm makes me want to be a pop star SO BAD. Check them out – 2007, 2008,…

I’m a humongous fan of New Years Resolutions, although I can’t think of one that I’ve ever actually accomplished.  I think that my issue is the fact that I think up these lofty, abstract goals, like “do nicer things,” or “pray more,” or, you know, my constant companion and perennial favorite, “be hot.” 2011, though? …