I’m back in Atlanta for a few days where I’m visiting my parents for the holidays. Because they have a 56k modem, blogging may be light to nonexistent until I fly up to Philly for a brief cameo at MLA. While it’s nice to be back in Atlanta, which is more or less home for me, I inevitably think about change and loss every time I revisit a place where I’ve spent a significant chunk of my life. For example, I was saddened to learn that one of my favorite movie theaters, the Garden Hills Cinema, just below Buckhead, closed in October. Garden Hills is where I first discovered Kevin Smith, caught Winged Migration on a date that I remember rather fondly, and watched dozens of other films when I began making the transition to studying film rather than literature, so I hate to see that it’s closed.
There are some other nice things about being in Atlanta. I still look forward to listening to Album 88, Georgia State University’s excellent radio station, so much so that I found msyelf trying to tune it in every couple of miles as I drove into the city yesterday afternoon. And, of course, parents who take you out for a sushi dinner just hours after you’ve made a long, exhausting drive home are pretty cool, too.