Weekend Update
The whole fam spent Easter Weekend with Cliff, Mary & Jack in Nashville, Tennessee.
We held a Passover Seder on an Alabama Cotton Farm, had stimulating conversations about life, the universe and everything, drove one night into a strange rainy fog reminiscent of a twilight zone, watched Born into Brothels and devoured one of Cliff's delightful pans of FIAP.
Here's me standing in front of the ORIGINAL Whitt's Barbecue. This is some good stuff. I love profoundly local food. (Right, right, I know. Who am I kidding. I love *all* food.)
Here's Mary & Lynn, running partners, friends & impressively strong women -- both of whom I'm proud to call friends. They both have an astonishing ability to balance their deeply pragmatic personalities with an interest and awareness of abstract ideas and theoretical knowledge.
Jaelyn's dying eggs in this picture and Addison and Walton, best friends as of one hour before this picture was taken (when they met), have already stripped to half naked Lord-of-the-flies-style-wildness, transferred an entire muddy sandbox from one container to another, and will spill the purple dye across both of their pants moments after this photo is taken...
Here's Cliff and his sister Carole Ann. These two are these super-brilliant-intellectual-Ph.D.s who *aren't* the type at all. When you have a conversation with them, you have this amazing sense of how interested they are in you or your story or the whole world. By the time you get through with the conversation, you have just hints of how broad and deep their knowledge is, but after knowing them for years. You're just friggin astonished.
*thanks to Cliff for the brilliant picture taking. Most of these are his doing. Which should just whet your whistle to want to see some of his documentary films -- Sawyerville and another, yet [untitled], currently in production and the intriguing Immaterial John.
We held a Passover Seder on an Alabama Cotton Farm, had stimulating conversations about life, the universe and everything, drove one night into a strange rainy fog reminiscent of a twilight zone, watched Born into Brothels and devoured one of Cliff's delightful pans of FIAP.
Here's me standing in front of the ORIGINAL Whitt's Barbecue. This is some good stuff. I love profoundly local food. (Right, right, I know. Who am I kidding. I love *all* food.)
Here's Mary & Lynn, running partners, friends & impressively strong women -- both of whom I'm proud to call friends. They both have an astonishing ability to balance their deeply pragmatic personalities with an interest and awareness of abstract ideas and theoretical knowledge.
Jaelyn's dying eggs in this picture and Addison and Walton, best friends as of one hour before this picture was taken (when they met), have already stripped to half naked Lord-of-the-flies-style-wildness, transferred an entire muddy sandbox from one container to another, and will spill the purple dye across both of their pants moments after this photo is taken...
Here's Cliff and his sister Carole Ann. These two are these super-brilliant-intellectual-Ph.D.s who *aren't* the type at all. When you have a conversation with them, you have this amazing sense of how interested they are in you or your story or the whole world. By the time you get through with the conversation, you have just hints of how broad and deep their knowledge is, but after knowing them for years. You're just friggin astonished.
*thanks to Cliff for the brilliant picture taking. Most of these are his doing. Which should just whet your whistle to want to see some of his documentary films -- Sawyerville and another, yet [untitled], currently in production and the intriguing Immaterial John.
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