Mary Versus the Trumpeting Legions of Apathy

Yet another thing to love about Austin: upbeat graffiti! (Love your neighbor) (Never Surrender) (Love the Life You Live, Live the Life You Love) And, of course... It's not Banksy, but it does me good.

Went to CCCC's with my mom again. So much good times. Here're photos! Oh, dorky English teachers! Dessert night at the hotel! And a close-up of that pile of gooey goodness! There were cherries, Baby Ruth bars, cherries and caramel sauce besides the sweet tortillas, ice cream and chocolate sauce. Also, I guess I heard some good presentations on writing...

I thought I was jaded. Maybe I had grown out of it. Maybe I had just been exposed to too much. Or I was out of practice. But the idea that when I was in junior high I would lie on a couch in the dark listening to a song over and over again, or could be moved to reconsider my life because of a movie has seems so far away for a couple of years. I thought I had a good run. I had listened to songs that made me want to be in love, painted several pictures of the lead singer of a band, had actors and directors that I thought really knew me (aside from the ones that actually really knew me). And while I didn't just shrug off the way that I had felt back then, I didn't know if I could feel so strongly right now. I mean, sure I liked Iron Man okay and, to a disappointing lesser extent, Iron Man 2 , and Cage the Elephant . Yeah, I went through a phase where I watched almost all of CW's Supernatural (but on TNT--I'm not an animal). But was I ever deeply moved? Entertained, deli...