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A bag of sadness we will never experience in Pandemic: Legacy. #November #pandemic #pandemiclegacy
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First #sugru project! Whale needle stoppers!!!!!!!!!! #knitting
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FLOAT, my blackberries... #champagne #thursdays #biblestudynight (at Grant Park, Atlanta)
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The Wilsons, pt. 1: A Survey of Typology
The Wilsons, pt. 1: A Survey of Typology
When I moved to Atlanta, I was immediately assigned a personality and social role by the friend group into which I assimilated–the Wilson. At first I balked at this, as it is chiefly a supporting role, and I have ever considered myself a leading lady in the unique story that is me. But I as I became familiar with the Wilson role, I grew to understand and appreciate the ways in which the…
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The Lives of Others
Blog is back this week some observations on observation.
Yes, I know it is a movie, and a very good one, and relevant to this conversation. Before I get to that, however, let me go back a bit. When I was a Senior in high school, I took all of the available AP classes. Liz and I were the only two people, however, who elected to pursue AP Chemistry. The coursework was grueling, and we turned it into an independent study midway through the semester.…
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Life in Atlanta
Whenever I travel or go home, I am invariably asked how I like Atlanta. Every time, I respond with variations on vagary, generally offering the impression that I do not love the city, but I do like my life here. I do so because it is difficult for me to communicate through small talk all of the wonderful and awful things that have happened to me here, and to wrap them up into a judgement on the…
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Year-End Wrap-Up
2015 was epically horrible for me. It was worse than 2013, which I did not think possible. I lost my job. I lived in 8 places in less than six months. I was sick three times in three months. I was betrayed by people whom I considered friends. I lost my sense of self, my sense of purpose, my direction, and my will to apply for jobs. It was genuinely an awful year. So, as I look back, I feel…
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Like many of the shows I watch, I took a ridiculously long hiatus for Thanksgiving, and I will take another for Christmas. But, before I go, I wanted to share my Christmas wish list for pop culture.
TV:
I wish that Hannibal will continue. Somehow. Even if it is only in my dreams. Yes, I would be entirely comfortable dreaming a new episode every night for several seasons. Do you hear that, Santa? Do you hear me, God? I am dead freaking serious.
I wish that there will be a Community movie. #andamovie
I wish that Mozart in the Jungle will have an amazing sophomore season. You can do it!
I wish that the last three seasons of The Vampire Diaries will turn out to be a collective nightmare had by all of the Stelena fans.
I wish that Jamie and Claire will have sex again, and that it will not be as awful as every moment of the season finale.
I wish that Daryl will have more screen time in the second half of The Walking Dead. And that Carol will be redeemed. I worked out an amazing death for her character. I hope it comes true.
I wish that Sneaky Pete will catch on. That pilot was aces. (Apologies to Giovanni Ribisi for the gif. It really was the best option.)
Movies:
I wish that The Force Awakens will reignite my Star Wars fever well into 2016. I want to have rewatched the whole saga several times by June.
I wish that Leo will be the rock upon which the credibility of the Academy Awards will be shipwrecked.
I wish that Tom Hardy and Carey Mulligan will make a movie together. Please.
I wish that Lindsey Morgan will star in the forthcoming adaptation of Wool. Her spark and determination on The 100 have already made her my Juliette.
Streaming:
I wish that all cords will be cut and that the streaming services will be more comprehensive. I need the entire Star Wars saga, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Great Gatsby, all of the major Hitchcock films, Miller’s Crossing, The New World, An Education, and The Devil’s Backbone to be available. Most of all, I need network television to get better or go away.
I wish that Netflix and Hulu will add forward buttons and IMDb integration. Amazon Prime is winning.
And thank you to everyone in the industry whose hard work has brought television into a shining new era. Thank you, too, to the people who are still making great movies.
Short Term 12. Watch on Netflix.
And, as ever, I wish that Jack Dawson would go around the other side and get on that door. I am sure he will still die before fifty, but his cause of death will be something other than stupidity.
Have a Merry Christmas everybody! And watch any of these shows (or movies). ;)
Pop Culture Christmas List Like many of the shows I watch, I took a ridiculously long hiatus for Thanksgiving, and I will take another for Christmas.
#community#hannibal#mozart in the jungle#outlander#pop culture#popwatch#sneaky pete#streaming#the 100#the vampire diaries#the walking dead#tv
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Watching the (soccer) game with a bunch of *boys*... #irishpub #soccer #gotimbers (at O'Shucks Seafood & Grill)
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One of my fav shots from #atlantaprisonfarm. Read about the excursion on my blog: https://manifaustin.wordpress.com/. #blog #ihaveablog #ghosts #hauntedatl (at Atlanta Prison Farm)
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“Of course I don’t believe in ghosts.” That is what I told my friend, and it is true…mostly. I do not believe in plasmoidal, discorporated spirits that walk the earth after the deaths of their respective bodies. But I do believe in the soul, in a God, and in supernatural power. And I have always been fascinated by the premises of ghost stories–derivations on the idea that a being with unfinished business can leave his or her soul behind to complete its purpose. And, a few weeks ago, I found that I very much believed in the notion that a place could be haunted–perhaps not by bodily ghosts, but by the people who have passed through and the tragedies that have been witnessed there.
On Moreland Avenue, south of the Starlight Drive-in and well within the city of Atlanta, stands an abandoned honor farm, consisting of nearly 500 acres of rolling hills and a few prison buildings. And, a few weeks ago, I went there with some friends from Atlanta and some friends from Rice who came to visit for the weekend. The buildings have burned twice, and the evidences of fire are still heavy in parts of the main edifice. There are various artifacts, such as a room of smashed toilets, and vines twist from the ceiling to greet the plants that have settled in the foundations. Most strikingly, however, there is graffiti covering every available inch of the walls. The place is truly remarkable–a living installation of art and obscenity splashed across a canvas of history.
Main building – exterior
One of the smaller buildings
Some bunks under the ruined remains of a roof
Smashed toilets
Main courtyard
Kudzu through the window of another building
An abandoned industrial dryer
Falling pipes
What I was unable to photograph, however, was one particular hallway, which contained the solitary cells. The first area we explored, it was dark and chill, lit only by a vent at the end of the hallway and one or two doors open at the back of abandoned cells. People had graffitied the insides of the cells–one artist drew an inmate over a cell’s bench, with a speech bubble holding the words, “Mama tried.” As we made our way down the corridor, stopping to look in each cell, I was struck by the impression of the people who had passed parts of their lives there, who had probably been lost to loneliness in those rooms. The debris of beer cans and post-prison trash told, also, of the people who had passed through since, tourists in the darkness and loneliness. And the ever-changing graffiti speaks to another kind of tourism, leaving a bit of oneself in that place to join the souls that were lost there.
I became anxious at this point, keeping one friend in front of me and one behind. As we moved through the rest of the prison, I stepped cautiously, but I inevitably broke tiles and displaced the dust. I was anxious not to leave any of myself behind, but such a goal was impossible. I was also tourist in a world that was clearly haunted.
Another building, which we couldn’t enter
Graffiti on the courtyard wall
More falling pipes
Interior shot
A hallway, door open to nature
“A ghost is an emotion bent out of shape, condemned to repeat itself, time and time again until it rights the wrong that was done.” This quote, from 2013’s Mama, is one of my favorite characterizations of ghosts. But I actually think that haunting has more to do with history than with anything else. As people come and go through places–especially older places that have already borne witness to the course of history–they leave bits of themselves behind. Another crack in the tiles, a cigarette butt among the shards–these are the ghosts that remain. The Atlanta Prison Farm is haunted, I do not doubt, but not with ghosts. It is haunted by the weight of all the of the people it has witnessed, the layers of art on its walls, the curiosity of the myriad tourists, ever coming and going.
Tourism "Of course I don't believe in ghosts." That is what I told my friend, and it is true...mostly.
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Like a Light Switch
Like a Light Switch
I have had several conversations with people lately about the idea of turning oneself off when confronted with intense pain. Listening to Book of Mormon today, I was struck by how universal this concept is, even among people who consider themselves quite comfortable with their emotions. “When you start to get confused because of thoughts in your head, / Don’t feel those feelings! / Hold them in…
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Thick with the echoes of souls.... (at Atlanta Prison Farm)
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7 bags of leaves, and they're still everywhere! I love Fall. Read my blog!! #leaves #fall #raking #shamelessselfpromotion Back Porch Americana | Manifaustin https://manifaustin.wordpress.com/2015/10/15/back-porch-americana/ (at Grant Park, Atlanta)
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