I was hit by a car. I got a book deal (unrelated). I got my first credit card. I visited L.A. and D.C. I became a member of Tigers Unlimited Foundation. I spent more time in my hometown than I have in a decade. I decided that I like tomatoes for the first time in life. 2014, man, it was popping.
I used to wax poetic about my year at the beginning of this annual post, and I’ve slowly done that less as photos can sort of do the talking. Things are good! The leg is fine! I can’t run and it feels weird before it rains, but I’m still kicking (well, not really kicking literally, that isn’t easy anymore either).
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Ells. Scalici. The Fight Song Challenge.
Here’s the deal, y’all. On May 22, the offices at The Literacy Council were badly damaged in a fire. So much so, the non-profit was forced to temporarily relocate. This year, I have served as the Junior Board Chair for The Literacy Council, which has proven to be as unique of a like situation one could find themselves in – what began as a year with a few regular fundraisers with modest aims has turned into a year in which the Junior Board is assisting the Board of Directors in attempts to raise $500,000 by the end of August in order to handle these repairs and make other necessary improvements.
A few words about an announcement?
I don’t know where to start with this. I’ve never shied from gloating about personal achievements, but then in my defense, I’ve never shied about sharing disastrous failures and shortcomings. I began radio at the age of 17, and by the age of 22, my life was playing out, daily, on 50,000 watts. At minimum, eight hours a day. I’d often joke with my ex, “If you ever wanted to cheat on me, you can turn on your radio and know exactly where I am one third of every day.” I didn’t expect her to use that to her advantage.
So I’ve never really known privacy as an adult and always kind of accepted that my life and its obstacles and successes were “warts and all.” And I think, at least, that that transparency is part of why people enjoy whatever it is that I do.
There. That was frank. So I want to share the first hurdle I have crossed in achieving a lifelong dream.
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I am absolutely terrified. On Thursday, I am supposed to be given permission to put weight on my left leg for the first time in over 11 weeks, and I am absolutely terrified.
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The 2014 Academy Awards
Here’s the somewhat annual disclaimer: I love the Oscars. It’s not that I am a “film buff,” it’s that I love brilliant filmmaking and unlike the Grammys, the Oscars generally successfully offer an authoritative take on what was the year’s best. For several years, I’ve tried to offer my piping hot Oscar takes before the awards are handed out, and not to brag, but when I’m allowed time to educate myself, I’m very good at it.
This year, I walked out of the final Best Picture nominee that I would see (“Captain Phillips”), got into my car, parked at my Southside apartment, walked across the street and got hit by a car. So I was never able to see “Nebraska” or “Philonema.” I did catch “Blue Jasmine” on DVD, whatever help that provided my judgement, and I also caught Oscar nominated “Bad Grandpa” on DVD. One of those movies was a made by a pervert.
So here’s my best effort. I wish I had seen more, but I suppose life happens.
I Broke My Leg on the Way to the Bar
April 15. Tax day. At least, that’s what they tell me. At some point of coherence following detachment from the morphine drip, doctors told me that this recovery will take me up to 12 weeks. “At least I’ll be ready for festival season,” I thought.
It was a year, man. I’m not sure that my annual postcard from the road, my “weather is here, wish you were beautiful” requires a lot of setup this time; I worked hard, I played harder and things are as good as they have ever been. Continue reading