Auntie A. And Avah.

Here are a few pictures of me and the ol' niece.

Atl. How I love to hate thee.

In a traditional spurt of standby luck, I caught the second to last seat on a tiny airplane determined to weather the...weather. I flew out of Baton Rouge where I was staying with my dad and prepping for my asian adventure. Picture Bill Murray wandering eyes glowing with the shimmer of Tokyo lights, looking up at the skyscrapers and around at all of those short people. That will be me so soon I can hardly stand it. To Tokyo tomorrow morning, Singapore the following day and then Cambodia with madre and crew. I'm now sitting in the main atrium of the airport, charging up and waiting for my lazy brother to pull himself out of bed to entertain his sister. Oh, Atlanta. You are near and dear to my heart.

South By What?

This morning I woke up still dressed with one leg out of a half-zipped sleeping bag. My feet are twice their normal size and alley dirty. Wristband adhesive is caked to my arms. Tan lines zig and zag across my body. My ears are ringing and my head is cinched in at the seams. There have been several battles between South By Southwest and I -- mostly exhaustion battles -- and I think South By may have won the war. But, I tell you once if I tell you a thousand times, having an all access wristband to see more than 1700 bands in a borderline tropical, cutting-edge town, fed the audiophile in me until I just couldn't take any more. I think I will drive home in silence. Thank you to everyone who kept up with this vicarious adventure, and thanks Jennifer for putting together this forum, and thanks SXSW for the wristband and the good times. And thanks Cory and Marshall for the couch. And thanks Austin for hosting my revelries again.

A-town after Chi-town and L-R. Obviously I love the endearing acronym.

So. After a stop in Champaign after Chicago and then another in Little Rock. I'm in Austin. No tickets, no flat tires, and very little sleep. Off to bed and to the convention tomorrow. Ridiculous amounts of musicians in an awesome city here I come.
Sara and Colleen in Little Rock. Note the Mockingbird pint glass.
Me and Liza. Oh what fun little Doogie Howser is.
Avah getting clean after requesting a shower. She is her mother's daughter.
Weird you can't see the blood dripping from my nose in this picture. But hells yeah for an NBA game and a taste of the LeBron James magic.
The new business partners. Charlie and Ryan.

SXSW-bound

Click here to check out my blog for South By Southwest in Austin, Texas at One Times One

Chi-town

With VIP treatment, excruciatingly delicious food, great friends, beautiful snow, and fun new people, Chicago laid waste to anything I considered well-orchestrated and indulgent. After 48 hours, a birthday party and table at an almost obnoxiously hip club, an afternoon at a gym/spa/club/restaurant, and lunch at Lou Phillips the start of Route 66 I just got back to Champain and will spend tomorrow with Katy and Avah shopping for Singapore...off to Austin on Monday, and then SXSW for Tuesday...

Champagne...no. Champain.

After an 8 hour drive from Little Rock, I just arrived in Champain. After rabidly running around with Avah for a few hours and eating my mom's potato soup perfectly replicated by Katy, I'm headed to bed, and Chicago tomorrow to hang out with a friend from school and to a Bulls game sans Michael Jordan.