Being a hotel bellman, I read with great interest an article on elevators this week in The New Yorker. I timed my waits at elevators tonight. Grand total for my nine hour shift: 18 minutes.
I don't spend as much time walking our city's Greenways as I should, but I really can't wait for the opening of the bridge that connects the Shelby Bottoms Greenway to Two Rivers Park. Josh Hunter took a fantastic shot of it here.
My car's broken and I'm broke. Thankfully, many coworkers live near me and work the same shift. I feel like I'm back in high school and bumming rides to school so that I don't have to take the bus. (Oh how I wish I lived on a bus line that kept a late night schedule for a Hermitage-dwelling 2nd shifter like me.) This sure beats paying for gas these days.
For a few days next week, Finland will be minus one beautiful person and Nashville will be plus one beautiful person. (And I would have written this even if she didn't read this blog.)
KCRW plays the coolest music.
Steve Martin's The Underpants is coming to James K Polk Theater in May. I read the play a few years ago and it's quite funny. Picasso at the Lapin Agile is still my favorite of his plays.
Portishead's Third is reviewed by Sasha Frere-Jones here.