HeyJaredSavannah Sideways
Spilling the tea and spreading the jam in the South's most interesting city
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Cannibals in Our Midst? (opens the original)
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This weekend was wonderful, in that I stayed off my phone for most of it.Unlike the weekend before, when great swaths of both afternoons disintegrated into rivers of pixels posted by so-called social media “content creators” that mostly consist of mysterious megalithic explorers and Jimothy stalkers.I’m not saying a cute urban wildlife video or two isn’t a valid self-soother in these trying times. However, when hours of scrolling go by and you still haven’t gotten to
Let’s Revisit: Beware of False Fall (opens the original)
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The autumnal equinox may have come a’knockin’, but to my vexation, neither the humidity nor my workload has abated. Please enjoy this (slightly edited) missive from 2022: Oh, sweet breeze of relief!We have felt its caress in the early morning air this week, our faces turned up like blinking Harfoots traversing the misty mountains of Middle Earth. The promise of cooler days beckons, heralding the return of a time when venturing outside after 9am is no longer reminiscent of walking into the mouth
Let’s Talk About Lovebugs (opens the original)
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The wildest thing I saw when I moved to the South—second only to a 2am fight at Waffle House between two employees wielding spatulas while AC/DC screamed from the jukebox—was a pair of lovebugs. Actually, hundreds of them, all at once.If you’ve been outside this week, you’ve seen ‘em too: Swarms of two black bodies with tiny red midsections moving as one unit, joined at the tush. Surging in the late spring and again in late summer, these bizarre little fly twosomes flit about highways and parkin
Sentience, Sensibility, & A Damn Good Cuppa Coffee (opens the original)
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Twenty-odd years ago—emphasis on “odd”—I was a lonely transplant to Savannah looking for a place where I could experience a sense of comfort and community.A spot where I might write a poem or two while my little hippie children enjoyed their library books and a healthy snack. A respite from this strange Southern planet with its mysterious curriculum of social mores that I kept making a mess of, maybe where I could make a friend.Or at least just somewhere that the other patrons wouldn’t take in m
Sentience, Sensibility, & A Damn Good Cuppa Coffee (opens the original)
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Twenty-odd years ago—emphasis on “odd”—I was a lonely transplant to Savannah looking for a place where I could experience a sense of comfort and community.A spot where I might write a poem or two while my little hippie children enjoyed their library books and a healthy snack. A respite from this strange Southern planet with its mysterious curriculum of social mores that I kept making a mess of, maybe where I could make a friend.Or at least just somewhere that the other patrons wouldn’t take in m
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