Tag Archives: my god, what have i done?

Riding a bike?

This morning, I got my hair trimmed. Now, on most blogs this would not be earth-moving news, but those of you here at Prematurely Grey know better.
Obama won. Yes he did. All my buddies over there on Daily Kos and HuffPo may rue the day they voted for a pragmatic Chicago pol for president and [...]

Ladies and Gentlemen, It’s SONG OF THE DAY!

People, I’m tired of feeling so downtrodden and under-wondered, tired of having nothing of note come out through my fingers to your eyes. (Few though they may be, they are plural nonetheless.) I’m back to that familiar place, the place of no product, where ideas drift around and through me and I just give them [...]

The Call

Last night, just before ten, Chris’ cell phone rang. There is absolutely nothing unusual about Chris’ cell phone ringing at any hour, so why am I telling you about this? Chris looked at the phone (he always does–I guess everyone always does) and said hello in his I-don’t-know-who-you-are formal voice. There’s another verson of the [...]

Dance, Monkeys, Dance

Been on something of a rocketship the past two weeks–Spiritual Salon, Easter, dog with a broken leg, PTA indentured servitude (voluntary, of course). Today, I found myself questioning whether I’d ever write anything more than a clever email again. That’s when Pogie sent me the latest Direct Message from the God of My Understanding:
Dance, Monkeys, [...]

Song of the Day #36: Once in a Lifetime

You probably won’t believe me but I’d just hit “publish” for the last post when John Aielli came on, begging for more pledging, and the live version “Once in a Lifetime” was playing underneath. He referred to playing it last week (heard it) but claimed that last week’s version wasn’t the best one. Today, he [...]

Nine Short Posts About SXSW: BlogHer v. My Life, Round One

One of the reasons I was excited about going to SXSW was the chance to hear some of the leading women bloggers talk about their work. It was my guilty pleasure, an interactive affair I was planning to keep my true self afloat through the film festival, the awkward parties, and the time on the [...]

some days, nothing

Today was one of those days that should have been productive and ended up feeling like a toilet that won’t stop running–not really a problem, but clearly a waste. Somebody should fix that toilet, but since it’s not flooding the bathroom, who gives a shit?
I had all sorts of plans, big plans, to write something [...]