On the Road Again


Welp, once again Brie and I have decided to forego the comfort of a warm bed, and other modern technologies, like the “shower”, for the inviting tenderness of a cold slab of cement beneath a pavilion in places like Rockmart, Georgia. Having completely let ourselves go physically during our hiatus in dadgum Gainesville, GA, neither of us was at all ready to start riding again, but, we had set a date for January 3rd, and we stuck with it, despite the threat of heavy rain, dense fog, and no concrete lodging plans. That’s right, we bad! Our plan was to ride out via the Silver Comet Trail, that runs from Smyrna, just outside of Atlanta, all the way to the Alabama state line, about 60 miles, where it meets up with the Chief Ladiga Trail, which runs for an additional 33. Both trails were absolutely beautiful, and our first day riding through the fog really enhanced the scenery. The fog in northern Georgia is one thing I’ll definitely miss.

Naturally, riding and sleeping in the rain had to make one of us sick, and it happened to be me. So, on our third day, we find ourselves spending the night at the University Inn in Jacksonville, AL. Meanwhile, it’s pouring outside, and we don’t feel too bad about breaking down and getting a room. After a day spent in bed sweating out a fever, and watching shitty t.v. (with the exception of the 2 hour Cosby marathon) I, for one, am already restless to go, and Brie has fallen into an A&E Intervention K-hole. Tomorrow’s forecast calls for more thunderstorms, but it’s going to be real warm, so we’re going to make a break for Birmingham.


Georgia 12/25/08



Separate but Equal Grits


I picked these up at the grocery store where I’m working the other day. It makes me wonder if they’re selling race-specific grits anywhere else, or if it’s just a Georgia thing. I realize that it’s not a huge deal, and that things get marketed to specific groups of people all the time, but this is just blatant pandering–in the name of grits! So, before I posted this picture I looked up the trademark history’s of both Mr. Quaker and Aunt Jemima. The image of the Quaker was chosen because, at the time (still?), the Quakers represented honesty, integrity, and hard work; qualities the founder of the company thought were the foundation of his business. Aunt Jemima was chosen as a trademark, by a different company, Pearl Milling, that was some years later bought-out by Quaker, because the owners of the company happened to hear a catchy tune called ‘Aunt Jemima’ performed by a duo in blackface at a minstrel show. In any case, Aunt Jemima became an incredibly popular figure in the 20’s and 30’s, and remained popular for many years to come, but also she became associated as the female version of an Uncle Tom.

After I found these together in the store I showed them to a number of my co-workers, and there was a 100% split between the white people who often didn’t understand what I was showing them, and the black people who were generally incredulous, and thought it was very interesting–and funny.

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North Georgia Fog