This is from 2008 when I lived in Birmingham, AL. I believe this was like my second time working with a photographer so some of the shots are a bit blah, but this was always one of my favorites.
(Source: southernsatori)
I overcame low self-esteem and became an open and interesting person just in time to be the creepy middle-aged guy at the rock club.
I’ve been watching a great new show on AMC called “Breaking Bad”. It’s only on episode #3 or #4, so you still plenty of time to catch-up. It’s dark, funny, and has a VERY original premise. Check it out.
Neat article someone sent me a link to…
If you look into a mirror while talking to someone on the phone, you will see yourself as that person sees you. Examples include: appearing taller, thinner, more or less attractive, a bit older or younger, etc. This works even if you’ve never met the person to whom you are speaking.
The new Drive-By Truckers album, “Brighter Than Creation’s Dark”, is getting great reviews, I can’t wait to check it out…
To remove a wart, gently rub the edge of a shiny copper penny back and forth on the wart - 13 times North-to-South and 13 times East-to-West. Bury the penny at least 4 to 6 inches in the ground. Tell NO ONE where you buried the penny. If the penny is ever unearthed, the wart will return.
People are like silly-putty, you know? We pick up the imprint of whatever we’re pressed up against. That’s how an otherwise bright and well-traveled man like myself can find himself doing the damnedest things: Like telling a very pregnant friend that she needed to stop taking so many naps or her baby was going to grow-up to be lazy. Or catching a co-worker by the sleeve of his coat to stop him from walking under a ladder as we exited a busy Chicago airport.
Growing up here in lovely Alabama I was surrounded by Country Voodoo mavens young and old: My paternal grandmother would cry for an entire day if a bird flew in the house (death in the family), my 2nd grade teacher forbid umbrellas in her coatroom for fear of one popping open (bad luck), my entire family would toss salt over their left shoulders if a shaker was overturned during dinner (bad luck prevention), and I know of at least half-a-dozen dates, vacations and other outings that ended prematurely because a stray black cat ran across the road.
Hell, I don’t know why I seem to believe this stuff, I just do. And knowing that practically none of it would hold up under the cold microscope of critical thinking doesn’t seem to matter much… I’m still going to keep you from walking under that ladder and I’m still going to kick your ass for opening that umbrella in my house.
“Country Voodoo” is my phrase, I think. I’ve Googled it a bunch and looked around for similar usages and found none. Country Voodoo, to me, is that bizarre intersection between the real voodoo and Santeria-ish beliefs and practices of places like the swamps of Louisiana with the folksy superstitions of the Scots-Irish who settled along the Appalachian trail. It goes without saying that there’s probably a slew of other influences tossed in for good measure, too, what with this being America and all. God knows we love to steal from each other.
I’ll post Country Voodoo tidbits here as they spring to mind, but otherwise this will just be my “regular” blog for the next little bit.
A woman whose father died before she was born can cure the common pediatric medical condition known as “Thrush” (oral candida infection) by blowing (very, very gently!) toward the roof of the baby’s mouth.
If there is a room in your house that a cat will not enter, that room is haunted and should be used only for storage. No guests or children should be made to sleep in this room.
