oh Blog.. what do I do with you. I am still figuring out how to incorporate a calendar thats worth anything. I suppose that's my attempt to lazily update you from afar.
I could just log on each day and write a word or two about whats going on.
The more i tell people i'm trying to keep my finger on the pulse of the emerging art scene in Atlanta, the further I find myself from any actual pulse. I suppose it's time to dive back in.
Music in Atlanta is what it always has been. Trying. you can hear the strain and reaching in the lyrics and the voices. This says to me everyone wants to be famous more than they want to produce and distribute their art. What is art without an audience? Expression.
Va-Hi.. is anyone else wondering when construction on The Mix is gonna start? not that i prefer a corporate eyesore to rejuvenated community greenspace (herb garden? anyone?, Atkin's Park?).. I can just see myself working there and wishing i had con-dough. (as in money to buy a condo in such a desirable location)
O4W... Zaya's gone. Is anyone sad? The food was great but the service was terrible. and in a town full of charming, southern bred, professional servers bad service will take you under.
It also seems there are some new furniture galleries opening, because that's just what Atlanta needs.. more furniture showrooms for the decorators to walk around in, taking notes and cooing over shit no one ever buys. Good Luck!
Morningside.. back to school. buy some wrapping paper from the kiddies.
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