Hellllllo, diabetes.

“You’re so Nashville if…”: Kill this yearly groan-ercise already.

A Case Study in Remarkability: Music City Bloggers

Is Nashville’s next mayor a Class A jerk?

The broadcasting company that owns the station I left behind is bleeding like a stuck pig. (Quote of note: “YBI’s cash reserves may be sufficient to make interest payments—just under $70 million annually—but it’s not enough to do much else, such as developing and implementing aggressive Web strategies for the company’s 10 stations.”)

I adore this photo.

I went to bed at 8:15 last night. It was awesome.

(A short four years ago, when I was still waiting tables, I would head out the door to party at 2 a.m. Funny, that.)