« September 2008 | Main | November 2008 »

October 30, 2008

Halloween: History, Parties, and Scary Things

Halloween is, hands down, my favorite holiday.  It always has been because I've always been a little weird.  I dated a guy once who criticized me for liking to dress up for Halloween.  He said I must have missed out on something as a child.  Well, that relationship didn't last long because he wasn't fun at all.  I mean there was nothing fun about him. 

I'm not ashamed.  Halloween is a chance to shed one's everyday mask in exchange for being an alterego for the night.  It's theatrical.  You might even say it's therapeutic, and it's the only American holiday that's still true to its pagan origins.

You probably know the story, but here it is as told on www.history.com:

Halloween's origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in).

The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.

To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.

During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other's fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.

By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain.

Following Halloween is the celebration of The Day of the Dead on Nov. 1st and 2nd.  This Aztec and Mexican tradition often appears as a mockery of death while it celebrates it as true life following the dream of living.  It is thought that it's easier to commune with the dead on these days, and altars are constructed to commemorate them. 

I love the beautiful bright colors combined with skeleton imagery and candles.  But I guess I'll have to settle for the typical costume parties and RiverArtsFest this weekend.

In addition to the Big Foot party and some private gatherings I can't mention, here are some events you might want to check out:

10/31 - Trolley Tour will be a ghostly gathering as it falls on All Hallow's Eve with parties at Safari and E & H.  Safari is having a Masquerade Ball, $25 w/mask or $35 without, which includes dinner, DJ, and cash bar.  E&H is hosting the annual Hell On Earth bash with several bands, $7 at the door.  Both parties start at 9 pm.

11/1 - Of course RiverArtsFest is Sat. and Sun., and South Main fests are fun, fun, fun.  Be sure to check out the art of Shane Paris while you're there!  Sat. night starting at 7:30 is "A Night in the Village," a fundraiser for Victorian Village with a few events throughout the evening.  If still available, tickets are $50.  Find more info at www.victorianvillageinc.org.

As much as Halloween is fun, it's also supposed to be frightful.  If you're like me, you can't beat a good scary movie like The Exorcist or The Shining.  Movie horror is a lot better than real-life terrors, like that of public speaking, spiders, or the religious right.

Speaking of, anyone seen the latest DNA newsletter?  A certain president who wrote a discriminatory letter for all to see was met with a backlash by neighborhood residents.  A friend of mine sent out an email of concern for the DNA, which was met with a lot of support and the resignation of the president.  But he couldn't go quietly.  He filled my inbox and that of others with childish, nonsensical, mean-spirited, though religious, bickering. 

If someone like this comes into your life, here's a spell you can cast (as described by www.witchs-brew.org) to get rid of them:

During the waning cycle of the moon (after the full and before the new), burn a roaring fire.  Shout the name of the one you wish to be rid of as you pick up a pile of dry leaves.  As you throw the leaves on the fire, recite the following: Here is my pain; take it and soar. Depart from me now, and offend me no more!

And last, but not least, enjoy a Halloween cocktail I got from my favorite Food Network witch, Sandra Lee:

Vampire Kiss Martini

In a martini glass, top chilled vokda with a splash of champagne.  Pour Chambord in over the back of a spoon so that it floats.  Garnish with candy corns or vatever you vant.

 

[ Yahoo! ] options

October 28, 2008

Going Tribal

Paul Ryburn's blog mentioned yesterday that someone suggested to him that he start his own tribe or movement to encourage more people to earn a living outside of the 8-5 status quo. 

It's a great idea, but I scoffed cynically at reading it.  I scoffed, not at Paul, but, shamefully, at the optimism.  And I am an optimist.  Hope is the only thing that keeps me going.  It keeps me determined.  But I've been trying to earn a living outisde the cubicle or inside one, and the fact of the matter is that artists are simply disposable.

I keep asking myself what I'm doing wrong.  What do I need to do?  Am I not trying hard enough?  And the one thing I can think of is that I, honestly, haven't been writing creatively enough.  I've been holding back on this blog.  Fear is the artist's kryptonite, and with all my attempts to "put myself out there," I have still let fear hold me back.

I have been cheating you, dear reader, and I apologize.  I haven't been writing to my full potential, and I'm going to try to turn over a new leaf.  This is my confession.  It's my new committment to you, though I have to admit I'm afraid even to give that.  I'm afraid I'll be afraid again; afraid to reveal too much or for this blog to become a form of cyber psycho-therapy. 

I'm not whining, but added to the pressure of trying to make a living is the artist's apprehension to promote your work when the world doesn't seem to think it's worthy (until you're dead).  I'm not whining because I make the choice to stay true to my art.  In fact, the hindrances I'm met with serve as motivation almost as much as they discourage.  And that's why this tribe thing is a good idea.

Amazon's description of Seth Godin's book explains that it's always been human nature to form tribes or groups of similar individuals and that the internet has provided a venue for expanding these groups.  The idea is that while the web provides this venue for communication, tribes still need leaders, and the book teaches leadership skills for achieving new levels of success in ever-expanding arenas.

I think I want this book.  It sounds interesting, and its message is an idea that's actually been on my mind for several months.  It's the idea that while artists tend to be loners, their success and survival depends on networking even more than it does for corporate types. 

I'm already part of a tribe, though we don't even have to acknowledge our collective existence.  The successes I have in current projects are due to delegating tasks I can't handle to willing and capable friends.  And in turn, I help them with what they can't handle on their own.  It's the basic give and take of friendship expanded to professional endeavors. 

I recommend to other artists that while you're trying to achieve your professional goals, take on responsibilities and make things happen for others in your tribe.  It will make you less disposable, or you'll at least feel less so. 

On my way up (because I do feel that something big is about to happen), I may not be making the big bucks yet, but I am fulfilled by creating connections and projects and results for others.  And for me, fulfillment is one kind of success.

 

 

[ Yahoo! ] options

October 22, 2008

Frank's Market & Deli Now Open!

The much-anticipated South Main grocery store opened Monday.  It's located in what was the historic Frank's Liquors next to The Green Beetle.

One of the most requested items upon opening was PBR, and they now carry it, as you can see.

This is Melissa.  She and the rest of the staff are very friendly and eager to stock requests. 

The market has convenience store items and more, including a deli.

They don't have everything priced yet, but this gives you somewhat of an idea.

 

[ Yahoo! ] options

Random Ramblings on Life, Death, and Crunkness

I have to apologize for the lapse in posting the last few days.  Sometimes living gets in the way of blogging, and I've had a lot of life going on the past week. 

I'm glad my birthday is finally over, though it's nice to have friends that dragged it out as long as possible.  Last week was hectic and found yours truly going out four nights in a row.  One event was the Indie Memphis Festival after party at the Warehouse.  It was a great party, and all the bands were good.  Best of all, though, was Lord T and Eloise.

If you haven't seen this tongue-in-cheek aristocrunk act, they have to be the most unique and clever band to come from Memphis in a long time.  With a sound similar to the Beastie Boys plus classical influences, Lord T and Eloise redefine crunkness with satire and out-there costumes.  Check them out here.

The following night, I was comfortable on the couch and planning to stay home.  But one of my friends (whom I'll call Dorothy) refused to let me.  She literally made me go out.  But once out, we decided at some point it would be fun to stay out til dawn.  We didn't quite make it, but we got really close.  We went to the Blue Monkey, the Voodoo Room at Orleans on Front, Bar Dog, Calhoun's, Raiford's, and the Green Beetle.  Impressive, huh?  It was fun as a once-in-a-while thing.  And you've got to live life to the fullest.  You only go around once, and you don't know how long you have.

Most of you know I lost a close friend in January.  He was a unique person who truly lived in the moment.  He died fairly young and unexpectedly, which in a strange way seemed a poetic end to his full, though short, life.  They say only the good die young.

This is on my mind because Monday while at a business meeting, I was told by an acquaintance that his roommate's mother died in a car accident that morning.  Later I found out from another friend that this was someone I know.

When someone dies, it's typical for people to suddenly put them on a saintly pedestal.  But some people are truly special.  Some people eminate positivity and warmth.  Just by being themselves, they comfort others and give them an example to aspire to.  Their presence is a gift to those who know them.  This woman, whom I didn't even know that well, was obviously one of those people.

She ironically died in a car crash while on her way to the hospital with a knee injury.  And my initial reaction was to feel that there's no justice in the world; that there's really no rhyme or reason to anything.  You or anyone you know can suddenly be relegated to the past tense and speculated about in a blog post also containing "crunkness." 

I'm not trying to be dark, and I'm certainly not being glib, but the absolute certainty of life is that anyone you love can disappear at any moment.  It's a truth that keeps things in proper perspective.  It's just something to think about and all the more reason to appreciate the people that make your life worth living. 

[ Yahoo! ] options

October 15, 2008

What to do tonight and for the rest of the year

Tonight is the Goner Records Alley Party with performances from local underground rock bands including Jack Oblivian, Harlan T Bobo and others.  Vending starts at 4:30, and music is 5:00 - 8:30.  It takes place in Barboro Alley off of Main, between Union and Gayoso.

Also tonight is the third and final debate between Obama and McCain starting at 8:00.  I recommend playing the debate drinking game we played at Calhoun's during the last debate.  Here are some words to drink to: Iraq, my friends, fundamental(ly), crisis, thank you, any over the time limit reminder, strategy, General Patreus, single mom, Middle Class, tough times.

Of course, I'll miss the debate because I have a date with Lyle Lovett at the Orpheum.

Tomorrow night is the Best Of Block Party on Main between Peabody Place and Gayoso.  There will be live music, food, drink, and retail specials 5:30 - 7:30.  But conflicting with that is an Indie Memphis film, TV, and music association presentation at Playhouse On The Square 5:30 - 7.  Film commissioner Linn Sitler will be the speaker, and it's $25 if you want to join.

As for the rest of the year, it's about to be non-stop fun.  Trolley Tour is on Halloween night this month.  River Arts Fest is Nov. 1st and 2nd.  And then the holidays kick off with several Downtown events.

Gotta go get ready for Lyle.

[ Yahoo! ] options

October 14, 2008

Party Like It's My Birthday

Sunday, my man and some friends surprised me with a party at Calhoun's.  It was great because I have great friends.  There was a keg, wristbands, burgers, other great food, a beautiful cake, and very thoughtful gifts. 

It was a lot like a kid's party but with overgrown kids.  People were dipping into the cake with chips and daring each other to eat other strange combinations of foods.  We took turns riding a tricycle that my team left at Calhoun's after the Olympics, and these beloved idiot friends of mine hysterically sang "Happy Birthday" to me about 34 times.

Here are some pics:

My cake was a masterpiece!  Notice the limes.

The Nuh-Uh Girl chowing down.

And again ...

And again.

 

[ Yahoo! ] options

October 09, 2008

What I Want For My Birthday: A Job

My birthday is Sunday, Oct. 12th.  I know it won't happen by then, but a job would be a great gift.

When people ask what I do, I answer that I'm a freelance writer.  They usually say, "That's cool," to which I think "Yeah, if you like the whole starving artist thing."

Being a freelance writer is cool.  I don't have a cubicle.  I get to sit on my patio with my laptop when the weather's nice.  And clearly, I'm willing to suffer for my art because it's what I'm meant to do.  Other people know it's what I'm meant to do, but no one who can hire me full time seems to have noticed yet.

Due to my enormous talent, I've been pretty fortunate.  I don't get rejected much, but what I make just isn't enough to live on.  I know the economy is bad, and it was already hard enough to find a writing gig in Memphis.  But writing is what I do.

It's not the only thing I do, though.  Since I don't have an 8-5 obligation, I keep myself busy with other projects as well.  I make movies so that I don't lose my mind wallowing in self-pity.  I won an award for my very first one, and my newer films are so much better. 

Currently, I am in the process of launching www.38103TV.com, which will host podcasts of Downtown Memphis life.  My friends are more interesting than the housewives of Orange County, and soon everyone will know it. 

In addition to my artsy endeavors, I love to plan events, and I'm quite good at it.  I'm a skilled networker and coordinator who just organized (with help) the first annual Downtown Olympics.  This community event will serve as a fundraiser for the homeless and to raise anti-panhandling awareness.

I love what I do, but trying to stretch a dollar for days gets old. Besides, my coworkers are animals.  Literally.  One of them can't control her bowels.  (But she's disabled, so you can't say anything.)  One of them is a total goofball, and the cat is a whiny-ass. 

Unfortunately, I was dumb enough to get an English degree, but I have practical skills besides writing.  In addition to the above, I do have plenty of professional and corporate experience, including some at an ad agency.  Here are some highlights:

  • Served as creative lead on numerous agency projects
  • Acted as staff writer, account manager, photographer, and primary editor simultaneously
  • Promoted FedEx team building events
  • Managed MDA Telethon project
  • Coordinated ad sales, writing of articles, and design of magazine as primary editor
  • You can view my resume here.

In summation, I'm a kick-ass creative, community-connected self-starter who's driven by results.  (I hate to use that lingo, but it's true.)  So if you know of anything I might be right for, please email me at harmonyestewart@gmail.com.

The only person who will thank you more than me is my boyfriend.

[ Yahoo! ] options

October 07, 2008

DTO 08 Results

Team PBR started out confident, but only got silver in the Soul Burger contest. 

DTO 08 was a huge success.  There were nine teams and a great turnout of spectators.  Everyone had a great time.  Thanks to Bob Vichie who was a great Chief Official and to all the volunteers.  Thanks to Billy Hatcher, Mike King, Christopher Blank, and Shane Paris for all the prep work and to Barry Methvin for making the beautiful medals!  And special thanks to Calhoun's for hosting the event.

I think surrounding bars that weren't included were a little jealous.  As the first year, it was a great learning experience, and I assure you that next year there will NOT be a bar relay, at least not that includes chugging an entire beer and running for blocks.  I knew I wasn't much of a chugger, but I thought I was going to puke in front of the Orpheum.

If you weren't there, you really missed out.  Here are just a few pics:

           

South Bluffs 1                          417...3 More Minutes

           

The Republic of PBR                  3 Squirrels & A Nut in Synchronized Drinking.

     

South Bluffs 2                          Cornhole event

THE RESULTS:

Relay:
Gold - SB1; Silver - SB3;  Bronze - 4:17
Winning time was 8:34
 
Big wheel race
Gold - 4:17 (Billy); Silver - 3 Squirrels (Carol); Bronze - SB1 (Guido)
 
Synchronized Drinking
Gold - SB1;  Silver - 3 Squirrels;  Bronze - Lesha Globo
 
Soul Burger
Gold - SB3 (Sparks);  Silver - PBR (Ando);  Bronze - SB1 (Guido)
 
Corntoss
Gold - 3 Squirrels; Silver - SB3; Bronze - Calhouns
 
 
Champs:
 
Gold – South Bluffs 1
 
Silver - 3 Squirrels
 
Bronze – South Bluffs 3

GO DOWNTOWN!!

 

 

 

 

[ Yahoo! ] options

October 02, 2008

Flyer copy.jpg

 

 

[ Yahoo! ] options

Jackie Smith, Racist Poser (Yes, I'll Go That Far)

If you look at my Aug. 13th post about the Fall Concert Series, I predicted that protestor Jackie Smith would be part of the show last night, and that is exactly what happened.  She was a very annoying, peace disturbing part of the show. 

Although I usually have my camera with me, I didn't last night, but even if I had, I wouldn't have taken pictures.  Paul Ryburn did that for you.  I don't want to give her any more attention than she already draws to herself.  Paul also said in his post today that he wouldn't go so far as to call her a "racist poser" like another Downtown blogger does.  Well, that other Downtown blogger is me, and I will go that far. 

Paul is my friend, and he's entitled to his opinion.  But I don't feel bad about calling Jackie a racist poser.  And I'll state my case again, not because I need to justify it, but because I want you to think she's a racist poser too.

Jackie Smith sits outside the Lorraine Motel every day.  She disagrees with the way the Civil Rights Museum commemorates Dr. King.  She also seems to hate what the South Main neighborhood has turned into, as she sometimes displays signs about gentrification.  However, she portrays herself as a martyr in the press, saying that she was sitting out there before the neighborhood was developed, getting beat up and mugged.  So if she hates gentrification, would she prefer she was still getting beat up?  Or would it be okay with her if the neighborhood was all black?

Jackie is well known in South Main for yelling racial slurs at people while they're walking their dogs.  She jumps to the conclusion that everyone who is white is from Germantown and rich.  "Take your white ass back to Germantown!" she yells.  She seems to think that all white people have it easy and that they have no right to live in close proximity to the site of Dr. King's assassination.  People who act that way are usually referred to as racists.

South Main has been developed by people, white and black, who have worked hard to get where they are.  It is maintained by still struggling small business owners.  And who does she think she is behaving in such a prejudiced way in the name of Dr. King?  If his memory is sacred (and it is), her brand of demonstrating is very near sacrilege. 

There are numerous rumors that Jackie is funded by certain local reverends and religious organizations.  I don't know and wouldn't say if I did, but she is obviously well-connected.  A number of people called the police on her last night for disturbing the peace way before things started to get ugly.  The cops just didn't show up until so many people called that they had to.  And then they just escorted her to the fire station until the concert was over.  I'm not suggesting they should have arrested her, but she obviously gets special treatment. 

I don't presume to know what is in Jackie's heart or head, but her behavior is beyond a nuisance.  She may have a few good points, though she goes about it all wrong.  But it's worse than that.  Through the years, she's come up with new causes and new things to hate that contradict what she supposedly stands for.  Her hateful behavior towards people contradicts everything Dr. King stood for, and it's a travesty to act that way in the name of his doctrine.  I say shame on her.

It's really as simple as this: the Civil Rights Museum commemorates Dr. King's legacy.  So what the fuck is she doing?  They're not doing it right?  If everyone in the neighborhood gave her money, and if the museum did whatever she wanted, she would still come up with new things to protest.  And that's where the poser part comes in.  So there you go -- racist and a poser equals racist poser.

 

[ Yahoo! ] options


Hosting by Yahoo!