hillbilly renaissance

booze / eggs

In an odd (but not uncommon) meeting of the minds, James and I separately purchased the above two items. He bought the Ole Smoky moonshine at Spec’s, and I picked up the Old South pickled eggs at the grocery store. Perhaps this relates to a subtle desire to get back to the land. To simplify. To revisit the old ways. To live in a cabin in the woods (with wifi). Or maybe we have some latent, formerly unknown redneckery.

I’ve always wondered what pickled eggs taste like, so this is something I can cross off my (very long) list. Getting shit done in 2012, people.

Listen to this short clip of rockstar astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson talking about our relationship to the universe. He has such a beautiful way of connecting the micro to the macro. Plus, he’s funny and sharp and wears vests with stars on them.

My play THE SINGULARITY was a finalist for the Reva Shiner Comedy Award. That was a nice surprise. Because it’s a drama.

Not really.

3 Replies to “hillbilly renaissance”

  1. Kudos on the play! And the eggs….maybe….a little.

  2. Pickled eggs taste like eggs…that have been pickled.

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