New Blogger, Or How I Fake Like I'm Cool

I am not cool. I am a fusty lady who lives in Hermitage and knits and talks to her dogs. I eat canned bean soup and TiVo Law & Order: Criminal Intent.

Dan is cool. Dan and his wife just moved to East Nashville-->where all the cool people live. They love horror movies and Halloween and collect wines. Dan builds fixed-gear bikes (Fixies).

I've known Dan for a lot of years. He used to be a luthier for a local luthier employer. How cool is it to say "luthier"? I would have loved that job, just so I could tell people I was a "luthier". I like hanging out with Dan and his wife because they are great company, a lot of fun and make me feel like I move in an orbit of coolness. Visiting them is like dropping by the Cool Store to get a shot of hipster grooviness.

The one cool thing I've done (stretching the definition of "cool" here, by about 1000 times) is have a blog. That was the only area where I could possibly out hipster Dan.

Not any more. Now Dan has a blog. And wouldn't you know that his blog is cooler than mine?!? I talk about things like stuffed monkeys and old ladies with hats. Dan schedules cycle-beer runs.

So, anyway, check out East Side Cyclist, the blog of my (much cooler) friend.