Still Life In The Land Of Bountiful And Blessed Sweet Tea

Hi! I'm Kerri! Anne! A lover of felt mustaches, puns, porters, pretty (recycled) paper, pine trees, pugs, (alliteration, and) well timed cinematic montages. I think in t-shirt slogans, quote movies like it's my job (it isn't), and really do believe Moby-Dick surpasses all the hype. I probably think you're pretty neat.

I also like email.

Please remember me, happily

By the rosebush laughing

With bruises on my chin, the time when

We counted every black car passing

Your house beneath the hill and up until

Someone caught us in the kitchen

With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank

A vision too removed to mention

-Iron & Wine, from Trapeze Swinger

I knew the Red Pyramid had just been reopened, or was about to be reopened, though I didn’t know why they called it Red. I wanted to ride on a horse through the desert. I wanted to see if this man–slight, with brown teeth, wide-set eyes, a cop mustache–would try to kill me. There were plenty of Egyptians who would love to kill me, I was sure, and I was ready to engage in any way with someone who wanted me dead. I was alone and restless and both passive and quick to fury. It was a beautiful time, everything electric and hideous.

-Dave Eggers, from Another