Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I just wanted to be Miss Cheerwine.



Backstory: There was a contest on Facebook to find the next "Miss Cheerwine." Cheerwine is a super Southern bottled beverage favored by NASCAR drivers and Carolina frat boys. So--me in a nutshell. I had to write an essay and submit some semi-sexy pictures. I wrote my essay in about thirty minutes, as it'd been sitting inside me for ten years or so. Done. Easy peasy. I had this shit down. Then I tried to submit it. Oops. Error. Pictures too sexy? No. No, it wasn't that. I was too fucking OLD. I was 26. The cut-off age was 25. I desperately tried to change my DOB. Nope, Facebook was too smart for that. Okay...panic set in. I had written a Paris Review-worthy Cheerwine essay and it deserved to be read. So...nothing to do now but lie. Make a fake Facebook page. (This was all done at my work, by the way. No shame here.) So I made the fake Facebook, where I lied about my age, and also about my current city, as you also had to live in the Carolinas or Tennessee to qualify. The whole thing was just becoming a giant failure of my life but I had to complete this sad task. Needless to say, I did not win Miss Cheerwine. But I now have this essay to remind me of what could have been...


I’m a Southern girl through and through. Born and raised in Austin, TX, I’ve always been amazed by the beauty and history of our southeastern states. From the sandy shores of North Carolina to the plains of West Texas, our history runs true and deep.

Cheerwine represents the South at its finest. A locally owned product with a history that goes almost as far back as North Carolina’s Blue Ridge Mountains, the bubbly beverage is the only kind in our country still produced by the same family.

To call it a crowd-pleaser is an understatement. The love of Cheerwine borders on fanaticism. This is a brand that benefited from crowd-sourcing and user-generated content and word-of-mouth before all those silly Internet buzzwords even existed. Cheerwine is successful after 90 years because of one simple reason: it’s delicious. And it invokes memories of long, hot, Southern summers: lazy afternoons in hammocks, front porch talks with your neighbors, pickup trucks and swimming holes.

I see myself as the ideal Miss Cheerwine. My experience in public relations, event planning, and customer-facing jobs are ideal for the role. A brand ambassador is essential in knowing what makes their brand unique, and communicating their love for the product and its history to the world. I would be honored to represent Cheerwine and its effervescent brand this summer. I see 2011 as the year Cheerwine becames not just the soft drink of the Carolinas, but the cherry-flavored beverage of our great country.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Friday Poetry

New thing I just decided two minutes ago. I'm going to post a couple poems I like each Friday. They can be super shitty/corny (by me), or they can actually be good (by someone else). My coworker is real sweet and sends me lots of fun little poems and stories every week. So today I have a poem by Sherman Alexie. After having worked in the airline industry for a couple years, I can definitely relate:

Sherman Alexie (born 1966)

"On Airplanes"

I am always amused.
By those couples—

Lovers and spouses—
Who perform and ask

Others to perform
Musical chairs

Wherever they, by
Random seat selection,

Are separated
From each other.

“Can you switch
Seats with me?”

A woman asked me.
“So I can sit

With my husband?”
She wanted me,

A big man, who
Always books early,

And will gratefully
Pay extra for the exit row,

To trade my aisle seat
For her middle seat.

By asking me to change
My location for hers,

The woman is actually
Saying to me:

“Dear stranger, dear
Sir, my comfort is

More important than yours.
Dear solitary traveler,

My love and fear—
As contained

Within my marriage—
Are larger than yours.”

O, the insult!
O, the condescension!

And this is not
An isolated incident.

I’ve been asked
To trade seats

Twenty or thirty times
Over the years.

How dare you!
How dare you

Ask me to change
My life for you!

How imperial!
How colonial!

But, ah, here is
The strange truth:

Whenever I’m asked
To trade seats

For somebody else’s love,
I do, I always do. (149-151)


from War Dances. New York: Grove, 2009. Copyright 2009 by Sherman Alexie.

And, being that I'm in an unusual, romantical mood (for reasons I'm not ready to go into) I will also post this:

Jane Kenyon (1947-1995)


The Shirt

The shirt touches his neck
and smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt. [1978]

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Pavement on a rainy Thursday.



Do you think Stephen Malkmus is embarrassed by this video? It's absolutely precious how unself-conscious he is in this: waggling his eyebrows, striking some pin-up poses on a rock, wearing some baggy K-mart sweater, practically making love to the camera. I miss the early to mid 90s. People are too worried today about being ironic and jaded and cool to just let their hair down and kiss a rock.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Summer Lovin'

Retro dress
425 GBP - suzannah.com

Platform stiletto heels
4.99 GBP - dressrail.com

Kara by Kara Ross clutch
$1,190 - boutique1.com

Juicy couture bracelet
$148 - nordstrom.com

By Sou Brette white ring
81 GBP - kabiri.co.uk

Metal earring
$12 - topshop.com

Cacharel round sunglass
$525 - openingceremony.us

TopShop floppy straw hat
$65 - topshop.com

Friday, May 6, 2011

Beautiful old Southern photos



Felt like sharing some beautiful old Southern women photos, courtesy of my favorite magazine Garden & Gun. Happy Mother's Day!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

This makes me wanna dance!



I have one dream in life...and that is to be in a MGM musical sequence, a la Busby Berkeley. Just five minutes in a gold swimsuit wearing a feather headdress...that's all I ask. (I realize this is an Italian TV special spoofing American English, but it's one of the best songs I've ever heard.)

The most beautiful movie trailer.



Dear Mr. Malick, I would like to be friends. I think we could have some good chats drinking iced tea and sitting on the front porch, watching the fireflies come out at night.