Christina Lee.

Freelance writer, D.C.-ATL transplant.

Posts tagged the mountain goats

May 25
“And now the news: I have the all-clear to proceed, at full strength, without mercy, from Friday forward. I will be quite eager to show off just how potent the healing elixirs have been. And for those who sometimes express concern over my longer-term prospects, please let me put you at ease: I always get up no matter how many times I get knocked down and no matter how big the things that knock me down may get. I am descended from a race of giants who age like trees. One of them, over the course of his life, wrote so many songs that my present total pales by comparison, and toured until his feet fell off. My goal is to have my likeness replace his over the family hearth.” John Darnielle, “Brought My Doctor’s Note, Let Me In.” Proof that even tour updates can be inspiring.

Feb 4
“I watch him field interviews for half an hour, adeptly and with great charm and confidence, but toward the end his voice is starting to give. His handler hustles him off, and things seem to be getting quieter, but then Ovechkin arrives, and I see what established celebrity looks like. Everybody closes in on him at once, and he barely blinks. He looks like he’s having a conversation with his mailman, only there are 30 mailmen from 10 different countries, all with their own camera crews.” John Darnielle, in The Independent Weekly's “Nine points: The mellow moods and high-offense charms of NHL All-Star Weekend" (via Austin). Oh, John. I haven’t cared this much about hockey since my 2007-2008 daily commute from College Park to D.C., when I used to curse at every Ovechkin fan who’d stand on the wrong side of the Metro escalator.