Work-related post, y’all. Using my personal blog because we are still putting the finishing touches on our website. I do love my job, but writing about it here is atypical. Anyway!…
In ONE WEEK FROM TODAY, we officially open memberships to 12th & Broad. What does that mean?
It means that for $14 a month, members get:
- Tickets to our events (at least one a month, held in unique spaces in your favorite neighborhoods with wonderful local creative and business partners)
- Home delivery of our quarterly glossy magazine about Nashville’s creative and entrepreneurial culture
- A digital subscription to The Tennessean
- Perks like free drinks, ticket giveaways, and exclusive experiences with our partners.
Everything we do is designed to celebrate the talented, inventive and thoughtful people, organizations and businesses collaborating to make Nashville the place we are so proud to call home.
Become a member next week and you’ll get in free to our “Christmas Staycation” party on Friday, Dec. 13. Tickets for non-members are $25, which itself is a steal considering:
- We’ll have My So-Called Band playing 90s covers in a motorcycle shop / vacant gentlemen’s club in the South6th District, which is emerging as a new arts scene we know you’ll want to support. (Thank you to our friend Shelby Smith for letting us use his awesome building between Music City Center and the Nashville Rescue Mission.)
- Our non-profit creative partner, Turnip Green Creative Reuse, is helping us with over-the-top Christmas Vacation-themed decorations.
- Everyone will get at least one free drink (members get two), complements of Lipman Brothers.
- And if you bring a new or gently-used winter hat (think Uncle Eddie from the movie), we’ll be sure it’s donated to the Mission across the street.
This whole party – like Nashville – will be at least 15 shades of amazing.
Tickets to Christmas Staycation – as well as memberships that will get you into a year’s worth of similar events with topics ranging from music and literature to art and fashion to food and rec sports – will go on sale on Monday, Dec. 9.
Memberships and Christmas Staycation tickets will be available on our website, which launches Dec. 9.
ONE WEEK FROM TODAY!
It was warm today when we watched the Veterans Day parade; we took our coats off and stood in the sunshine. And tomorrow it will be cold; optimistic kids are calling for a Snow Day.
The seasons change in fits and starts, and probably there will be one more day when we go without leggings before we pull out the gloves, which we will wear until one day in the middle of winter when it feels like spring but isn’t.
For several years in a row, I left work early on New Year’s Day to go hiking or for a run. That was when I always worked on New Years.
I don’t do that anymore if I can avoid it. I’d rather be with my family, or my friends who are like my family.
If we do it right, the way we live our lives evolves. Continue reading
A close friend who once worked with me at The Tennessean said I was the kind of editor who got excited about every possible story, including the ones we seemed to cover every year.
An example: It was time again for the county fair, and instead of writing another who-what-when-where-why report, I wanted a reporter to ask the carnival workers to interview each other. “Carnies interviewing carnies!” she recalls me squealing at this weird idea.
I am “fizzy”, like a bottle of champagne someone has shaken. At the same time, I am a hometown girl, living within an hour’s drive of my parents and working for the same company that hired me as an intern at age 18.
Nashville has my heart.
It is an effervescent city full of creative people – artists, musicians, writers, entrepreneurs, community builders, fundraisers, chefs, designers and stylists. It’s also an unpretentious one, in love with its funky old buildings, at ease in jeans or sequins, and unconcerned with how late anyone arrives.
Y’all know it.
You made it this way.
And it’s for you - fizzy and folksy Nashvillians – that a team of us is working hard to launch 12th & Broad: a celebration of the city’s creative and entrepreneurial culture through unique events, collaborations and storytelling. Continue reading
Things I remember doing with my mom, when I was more or less my daughter’s age:
- Browsing books and eating quiche at Davis-Kidd bookstore when it was still at Grace’s Plaza, before it moved to Green Hills mall and then closed.
- Buying gifts for her students at the Parent Teacher Store. She taught sixth grade and rewarded her kids with cool pencils, stickers and other supplies.
- Singing somewhat obscure old camp songs in the car on road trips to my grandparents’ house.
Interspersed throughout the shopping, browsing, driving, lunching and singing, there was a great deal of Mom getting to know what was happening in my life outside of hers, and of me getting to understand Mom’s values in life.
I hope that’s the sort of thing my Lily takes from today – when she and I spent a mutual day off exploring a part of town my friend Andrew calls SoBroLoCo (for South of Broadway / Lower Convention Center) – and not just “dang, so that’s what a record looks like.”
Here is what we did on our outing: Continue reading
Yesterday’s early morning rains cancelled plans to ride with friends, and – long story short – this weekend I ended up riding alone for the first time in years. I chose the Stones River Greenway, via the Shelby Bottoms Greenway. This means:
- I rode my bike 32 miles from East Nashville to the Percy Priest dam and back without ever really venturing onto an actual trafficked road. (Nashville people: Do you realize how wonderful the city’s greenway system is? I know a lot of you do, because it required some skill and concentration not to run you over yesterday.)
- Because I was alone (and not constantly conversing, which is normally what I do when exercising, and thus one of the reasons my regular cycling partner and I are so close), I rode about 50% faster than I normally do.
Here are some things you will encounter if you ride the Stones River Greenway in Nashville.
Today’s ride was short – 13 miles – because today’s ride was actually tonight’s ride.
My riding partner Andrew Duthie and I much prefer day rides. It isn’t the dark we mind so much; Andrew has rigged blinking tail lights onto both our bikes, so we feel safe-ish. It’s the gnats.
We call these GNAT RIDES.
Tonight, Andrew swallowed several calories worth of them. Without shield of sunglasses, the gnats seemed to prefer my eyes, crashing there before finding their way to the great gnat beyond.
GNATS! SO GROSS!
Anyway, we kept it short, and I have just one pic. Here it is:
Know what this is behind me?
This is an old airplane runway.
As far as we can tell (from previous non-gnat rides), we are among a very small handful of people who have figured out you can ride on the old Cornelia Fort Airpark runway in East Nashville.
It’s a little over a mile loop, and it is very flat and very fast. Super long straightaways. Obviously, I mean – you can land a plane there. You can crank a road bike into high gear and feel like those guys with the full-on bike gear. It’s amazing.
I almost hesitate to write about it on the Internet, in kind of the same way I won’t (yet) write about Andrew’s most recent favorite beer bar discovery north of Gallatin Road.
We almost ventured to said beer bar tonight, but it’s cash only and we didn’t plan for that. Plus, we were hungry. So we opted for Fat Bottom, where Andrew had a very nice caprese salad with chicken, and I had chicken tacos with a spicy chipotle sauce. Outside, a smokeless tobacco company was hosting a cornhole tournament. We did not participate.
Then we headed back to Woodland, trying not to be run over in the dark, and returned our bikes to the Duthies’ garage. I said hello to Andrew’s lovely wife, Peg, and goodbye to their chow mix Abby, and then drove home to Franklin where I sat in my driveway listening to The Features and blogging about loving Nashville by bike.
Happy riding, y’all.
Sometimes when I tell people how I spend most Saturdays – on my bicycle, riding 25, 30, 40 miles or more – they ask things about the bike: How fast, how many calories is that, do I like riding as much as I love running? That sort of thing.
But everyone, without exception, asks “Where?”
So I thought I’d start a blog series about my rides. Or, I should say, about OUR rides. (I can’t remember the last time I rode without my dear friend and enthusiast-of-all-things-on-wheels cycling partner Andrew Duthie.)
Aw, Nashville. I know it’s raining on cookout and fireworks day, but there are still fun inside things to do. I’ve created a short itinerary of patriotic-ish ones, all of which I’ve done myself so you know they’re worth writing home about. Or at least posting something on Twitter.
Some ideas… Continue reading
When I was a reporter in The Tennessean’s Williamson County office, one of the things I could count on was a daily phone call from a cranky but hilarious school board member who absolutely loved to gossip about his fellow board members and make outlandishly inflammatory accusations of school administrators.
These calls were frequently conducted from his bathtub and often he’d be smoking at the same time. I know this because I could hear the splashing and exhaling. Also, because I asked him. If a man is naked when he calls, it’s best to know it up front.
Anyway, this guy is on a long list of characters I’ve been graced to know because of what I do for a living.