in a few hours, i will get in the car, crank up the classic college radio station on our new xm edge radio, head out to kck to pick up ryan, and we will finally be on our way home for the holidays. we’re taking the boring route (I-70 through missouri to I-64 all the way to virginia, barf) so we won’t get to drive in maryland but we’re staying in a swanky hotel in lexington, kentucky tonight and really, who cares as long as we get home. the trunk is full of gifts and i am so ready to get out of here.
The Times has a set of interactive maps showing which coastal and low-lying areas would be lost if sea levels rose. It’s eye-opening—if the oceans rise 5 feet (which will likely happen in the next 100-300 years) and the levees don’t hold, most of New Orleans and the Miami metro area are gone.
holy cow. my hometown (norfolk, virginia) would be 100% flooded.
i am homesick in the worst way - not for 6 and 3/4 mile back-ups at the HRBT or traffic, but for my mom, ryan’s family, a 7-11 on every corner, ghent, friends i don’t get to see enough, and the god damn atlantic ocean.
i love making potato salad to take to cookouts. we’re going to one this evening and being able to eat good potato salad almost kind of makes up for the fact that i really, really miss real hamburgers. piling this stuff on a paper plate next to my boca burger makes the boca burger seem better, for some weird reason. my recipe is mostly just my mom’s recipe with some slight modifications - it reminds me of home, of virginia, of eating this stuff at every summer gathering, washing it down with sweet tea and swatting away flies and mosquitoes after hours of sitting on decks in plastic chairs. i don’t know if it’s a virginia thing to use miracle whip instead of mayonnaise but it’s how my mom always makes it and it’s the best.
this photo is in response to the current love affair i am having with a band from my sort-of recent past (though, god, really, this is from more than nine years ago). last week i listened to four minute mile at top volume in my car on this gorgeous fall day—this is one of those albums that seems perfectly suited for cooler weather and leaves on the ground. i started listening to the get-up kids after something to write home about blew up and i remember being pretty excited to see them in 2002—though i was actually way more excited to see the band that wasn’t headlining: superchunk, who i had loved for years before i knew who the get-up kids were. things i remember about this show: it being sweltering outside; watching superchunk roll out some of their gear while we were standing in the outside part of the norva (we were separated by a fence and a few hundred feet) and me yelling at laura “slack motherfucker!!!”; the get-up kids taking the stage and watching all of these frat boys screaming out the words to “don’t hate me”; buying this red get-up kids t-shirt that said something about band camp (or something?!) on it; and making fun of the band hot rod circuit and wondering why all of these emo bands had three words in their band names (like taking back sunday and further seems forever). i’m almost certain i bought that ticket from farm fresh. fifteen bucks seems like such a bargain now.
i felt like my life came full circle when i got to see the get-up kids play live here in lawrence on march 13, 2009, when they did the reunion show and played something to write home about from start to finish. it was the first night of spring break that year, and i was getting sick with the flu, but i went anyway with my friend jessie and i ran into a couple of my students at the show and it was one of the best nights i can remember from my first couple of years here.