Month: January 2008

As previously reported, the Plaza Theatre is not closing.

Plaza Theater

Of course, we reported that soon after we reported that the Plaza Theatre was closing.

Pssh, details! Who needs ’em? Well, maybe the folks at Fresh Loaf, but certainly not nosy house museum employees eager to support other historic institutions.

Anyway, our source for all things Plaza Theater has been the noble ladybloggers at Pecanne Log. Fortunately, all that’s about to change.

See, they’ve created a blog, and so far, it looks excellent. When you’ve got videos of very small Elvis impersonators, it’s hard to go wrong.

So, what should you do, dear Wren’s Nest readers? Subscribe to their blog! I prefer a feedreader, but if you want to bookmark it or add it to your de.licio.us account, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. If you’re feeling limber, you can add our blog too while you’re at it.

And although five out of five Wren’s Nest staff members agree that MySpace pages generally hurt our eyes, by all means check out theirs here.

Finally, the dreams of the Wren’s Nest have been answered.

Money? No.

Power too? Um, no.

Everything we ask for? Well, not quite.

But we DO have a theme song! Thanks to the Duck and Herring Co., you’ll be singing about superfly historical figures all day.

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Yay!

Our friends at babygotbooks reported on the Robert Frost House Party a few weeks back, but it’s just now that the New York Times has released a thoughtful article complete with an audio slideshow.

Robert Frost House Vandalized

In summary–a group of teenagers got together with about 150 beers, a few bottles of liquor and some recreational drugs. They broke into the home and had a party. That white stuff is the residue from a spent fire extinguisher.

This incident also happens to be titled “Lain Shakespeare’s Worst Nightmare.”

Particularly chilling in the Times article is the kid at the end who shows the opposite of remorse.

Robert Frost House Vandalized

(That beer pong table totally isn’t regulation size.)

Near the end of the article, one professor makes the point that vandalism like this gives us pause for reflection and inspiration for further celebration. It sure does. Even working in the field, I often wonder–why do we preserve homes of authors? Is it a worthy endeavor? Who cares about the man’s house, isn’t it his works that are important?

The article’s author, Dan Barry, sort of answers those questions by artfully linking the poetry of Robert Frost to the actions and words of the people involved. They’re a reflection of the landscape themselves, and their words echo the poetry of Frost.

Incidentally, this morning I strolled up to the Wren’s Nest to find that someone or something has tried to take the our screens off the windows.

The Wren's Nest Porch, Mildly Vandalized

They were strewn about the porch.

Not that the screens were historically accurate in the first place, but we had planned to take them down when we were good and ready, thankyouverymuch.

Screens strewn about the porch of the Wren's Nest

Related, especially to the Frost business: An Arsonist’s Guide To Writers Homes in New England.

Sometimes nobody comes to the Wren’s Nest.

We have days where Jeri, Nannie, and I just sit around and stare at each other. Occasionally we’ll talk about when Nannie knew Otis Redding, or as she calls him–The Big O.

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(Those days are approximately as tranquil as the beginning of Try a Little Tenderness, though usually with less applause.)

Really, the only thing better than sitting around and talking about the good ole days, is when visitors do come to the Wren’s Nest. And sometimes, just sometimes, we get a whole mess of visitors all at once.

Akbar telling Brer Rabbit stories on a Saturday afternoon at the Wren's Nest

Saturday was one such day.

Instead of just one 30 minute session at 1 pm, Akbar told stories pretty much straight through from noon until 2:15. He was off the chain.

We didn’t have enough chairs in the room, and the crowds spilled into the hall and the foyer.

Book Clubs Meet at the Wren's Nest all the time, and Miss Nannie doesn't mind it.

Meanwhile, Nannie gave a tour to a book club. These ladies loved us, and stayed for approximately ever.

Girlscouts Visit the Wren's Nest Too, on a Marta Scavenger Hunt

Jeri was in the back with some girl scouts on a Marta scavenger hunt.

WABE Interviews Akbar Imhotep, Master Storyteller, Wren's Nest Exerpt, and Cool Dude

And once Akbar had finally finished up, he made time for an interview for WABE, our local public radio station and NPR affiliate.

I’ll let you know when he and Nannie are on Atlanta Sounds.

We know you often think to yourself, “Man, I wish I knew what Amelia and Lain were doing at all times”. Sure, you know where we work, where we eat lunch, even the movies we see. But sometimes, just sometimes, that simply isn’t enough.

So, friends/stalkers, here’s what’s on tonight’s plate:

Duck and Herring Co. Radio Hour at Agnes Scott

Yep, our beloved chums from the Duck and Herring Co. are not only hosting a radio hour/live podcast, but have invited Lain and me to read. We are feeling very special today, in case you were wondering.

So please, come on by! When else will you have the opportunity to hear seasoned pro Lain groan when he flubs a word, or novice Amelia Trace giggle when she does the same?

Never, that’s when.

Plus – and I don’t want to spread rumors or anything, but I still will happily – there’s been word of a WREN’S NEST SONG to be debuted tonight. I’m practically tingling with excitement!

Every so often a visitor will ask us if there is anywhere to eat in the West End, post-totally awesome Wren’s Nest tour.

It is important to know that they are asking this question earnestly, bracing themselves to hear that there is a complete dearth of dining establishments in this area of Atlanta. Which would be sad.

Mercenary Amelia Trace delighting in West End foodstuffs

(Mercenary Amelia Trace eating up.)

The good news is that yes, there are restaurants! More than a couple, even.

Executive Director Lain delighting in West End foodstuffs

(Bossman Lain wearing a cool shirt and eating up.)

The bad news is, it was becoming more and more difficult to respond to this timid question without laughing a little. Also, it kept us on the phone for a while, and you know how we feel about using the phone.

Solution! Allow me to welcome you to the newest page on the website, Places to Eat Around The Wren’s Nest That Not Only Exist, But Are Also Delicious (working title).

There you’ll find our totally biased recommendations of, essentially, where we go to lunch on Fridays. If you have any suggestions to add, don’t hesitate to do so in the comments.

So, who’s up for a tour and a lunch date?

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