• Los Angeles is known for many things, but perhaps its most ignominious claim to fame is being the “clogged capital” of the United States on “Brown Friday” — the day after Thanksgiving, when plumbers nationally go out on emergency calls 65 percent more often than on other Fridays. Analysis by Yelp showed that plumbing-related searches went up 73 percent in L.A., followed by 37 percent in Miami, United Press International reported. Roto-Rooter said the most common problem areas were kitchen sinks, toilets, and garbage disposals.
• Looking for a different type of pizza than the standard pepperoni or sausage? At Pizza Hut restaurants in China, customers are being offered deep-fried frogs on top of their pies, the Independent reported on Nov. 21. The pizza has a thick crust with red sauce and basil, with a whole fried bullfrog on top. The limited-time variety is being offered in a collaboration with Dungeons and Dragons and is called “Goblin Pizza.”
Rude
• Starting on Jan. 1, the Garden of Remembrance cemetery in Stoke-on-Trent, England, will welcome visitors from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., Monday through Friday, the Stoke Sentinel reported. But should family members want to visit at other times, they’ll be required to buy a VIP pass for 5 pounds (or 10 pounds, if they also want to visit the rose garden). “Now I need to pay a membership fee to visit my dad’s grave,” groused Jode Bourne, whose father Mark is buried there. “This is an absolute disgrace.” A posted notice says the new rules will make “the site secure for our staff, families, and visitors.”
• A prop gravestone for Ebenezer Scrooge, left behind after a 1984 movie adaptation of A Christmas Carol starring George C. Scott, was smashed on Nov. 24, the BBC reported. The cemetery next to St. Chad’s Church in Shrewsbury, England, was part of the scene where Scrooge meets the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come; much of the movie was filmed there. Town council clerk Helen Ball said the stone is “in multiple pieces. I think it’s one of those things that’s very dear to everybody’s hearts.” She said the council would determine whether the stone could be repaired.
No Good Deed …
Nigel Carter, 64, of Comrie, Perthshire, Scotland, collected 500 bikes to send to a charity in Sudan that helps people who need cheap transportation to school or work, the BBC reported on Nov. 22. But a Scottish Environment Protection Agency inspector said the shipment could not leave the port because some of the bikes needed minor repairs, such as oil on chains and new brake cables. Carter said he found it “ludicrous” that the bikes were returned to him. A SEPA official said he had a duty to ensure that Scotland’s waste was not dumped on another country, but Carter said the Sudanese charity had picked out the bikes and were happy with their condition. They will likely be returned to the recycling center where they came from and scrapped.
It’s a Mystery
George Oliver of Calvert County, Maryland, often walks the beach looking for fossils, NBC News reported. As he strolled along Chesapeake Bay on Nov. 4 during low tide, he spotted a coffin in the water. Inside was a nearly whole human skeleton. Oliver removed the skeleton and dug the mostly submerged coffin out of the water. “When I first found it,” he said, “you could not tell that there was human remains. You just thought that it was full of beach sand.” Oliver called the sheriff’s department, who called an archaeological society. Based on the construction of the coffin and the condition of the body, it’s believed to be at least 100 years old. Kelcey Ward, a crime scene technician with the sheriff’s office, said the skull showed signs of “a gunshot wound or blunt force trauma of some sort.” The remains and coffin will be interred at a local cemetery.
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ARIES (March 21-April 19): Aries poet Charles Baudelaire said that if you want to fully activate your personal genius, you will reclaim and restore the intelligence you had as a child. You will empower it anew with all the capacities you have developed as an adult. I believe this is sensational advice for you in 2025. In my understanding of the astrological omens, you will have an extraordinary potential to use your mature faculties to beautifully express the wise innocence and lucid perceptions you were blessed with when you were young.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): In many Asian myths, birds and snakes are depicted as adversaries. Their conflict symbolizes humanity’s problems in coordinating the concerns of Earth and heaven. Desire may be at odds with morality. Unconscious motivations can be opposed to good intentions. Pride, self-interest, and ambition might seem incompatible with spiritual aspirations, high-minded ideals, and the quest to transcend suffering. But here’s the good news for you, Taurus: In 2025, I suspect that birds and snakes will cooperate rather harmoniously. You and they will have stirring, provocative adventures together.
GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Using a fork to eat food was slow to gain acceptance in the Western world. Upper-class Europeans began to make it a habit in the 11th century, but most common folk regarded it as a pretentious irrelevancy for hundreds of years. Grabbing grub with the fingers was perfectly acceptable. I suspect this scenario might serve as an apt metaphor for you in 2025. You are primed to be an early adapter who launches trends. You will be the first to try novel approaches and experiment with variations in how things have always been done. Enjoy your special capacity, Gemini. Be bold in generating innovations.
CANCER (June 21-July 22): Psychologist Abraham Maslow defined “peak experiences” as “rare, exciting, oceanic, deeply moving, exhilarating, elevating experiences that generate an advanced form of perceiving reality, and are even mystic and magical in their effect upon the experimenter.” The moment of falling in love is one example. Another may happen when a creative artist makes an inspiring breakthrough in their work. These transcendent interludes may also come from dreamwork, exciting teachings, walks in nature, and responsible drug use. (Read more here: tinyurl.com/PeakInterludes.) I bring these ideas to your attention, Cancerian, because I believe the months ahead will be prime time for you to cultivate and attract peak experiences.
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): According to my analysis of the astrological omens, your life in 2025 will be pretty free of grueling karmic necessity. You will be granted exemptions from cosmic compulsion. You won’t be stymied by the oppressive inertia of the past. To state this happy turn of events more positively, you will have clearance to move and groove with daring expansiveness. Obligations and duties won’t disappear, but they’re more likely to be interesting than boring and arduous. Special dispensations and kind favors will flow more abundantly than they have in a long time.
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): One of my most enjoyable goals in life has been to expunge my “isms.” I’m pleased that I have made dramatic progress in liquidating much of the perverse cultural conditioning that imprinted me as I was growing up. I’ve largely liberated myself from racism, sexism, classism, ableism, heteronormativity, looksism, and even egotism. How are you doing with that stuff, Virgo? The coming months will be a favorable time to work on this honorable task. What habits of mind and feeling have you absorbed from the world that are not in sync with your highest ideals?
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Here’s one of my predictions for you in 2025, Libra: You will reach the outer limits of your domain and then push on to explore beyond those limits. Here’s another prediction: You will realize with a pleasant shock that some old expectations about your destiny are too small, and soon you will be expanding those expectations. Can you handle one further mind-opening, soul-stretching prophecy? You will demolish at least one mental block, break at least one taboo, and dismantle an old wall that has interfered with your ability to give and receive love.
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): If you’re not married and would like to be, 2025 might be your best chance in years to find wedded bliss. If an existing intimate bond is less than optimal, the coming months will bring inspiration and breakthroughs to improve it. Let’s think even bigger and stronger, Scorpio, and speculate that you could be on the verge of all kinds of enhanced synergetic connections. I bet business and artistic partnerships will thrive if you decide you want them to. Links to valuable resources will be extra available if you work to refine your skills at collaboration and togetherness.
SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): I wonder how you will feel about the fact that I’m declaring 2025 to be the Year of the Muses for you Sagittarians. Will you be happy that I expect you to be flooded with provocative clues from inspiring influences? Or will you regard the influx of teachings and revelations as chaotic, confusing or inconvenient? In the hope you adopt my view, I urge you to expand your understanding of the nature of muses. They may be intriguing people, and might also take the form of voices in your head, ancestral mentors, beloved animals, famous creators, or spirit guides.
CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Astrologers in ancient China had the appalling view that over two-thirds of all omens are negative, threatening, or scary. I haven’t seen formal research into the biases of modern Western stargazers, but my anecdotal evidence suggests they tend to be equally pessimistic. I regard this as an unjustified travesty. My studies have shown that there is no such thing as an inherently ominous astrological configuration. All portents are revelations about how to successfully wrangle with our problems, perpetrate liberation, ameliorate suffering, find redemption, and perform ingenious tweaks that liberate us from our mind-forged manacles. They always have the potential to help us discover the deeper meanings beneath our experiences. Everything I just said is essential for you to keep in mind during 2025.
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Over the years, a few people who don’t know me well have accused me of “thinking too much” or “overthinking.” They are wrong. While I aspire to always be open to constructive criticism, I am sure that I don’t think too much. Not all my thoughts are magnificent, original, and high-quality, of course; some are generated by fear and habit. However, I meticulously monitor the flow of all my thoughts and am skilled at knowing which ones I should question or not take seriously. The popular adage, “Don’t believe everything you think” is one of my axioms. In 2025, I invite you Aquarians to adopt my approach. Go right ahead and think as much as you want, even as you heighten your awareness of which of your thoughts are excellent and which are not.
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): I’m pleased, bordering on gleeful, that your homecoming is well underway. All the signs suggest that as 2025 unfolds, you will ripen the processes of deepening your roots and building a stronger foundation. As a result, I expect and predict that your levels of domestic bliss will reach unprecedented heights. You may even create a deeply fulfilled sense of loving yourself exactly as you are and feeling like you truly belong to the world you are surrounded by. Dear Pisces, I dare you to cultivate more peace of mind than you have ever managed to arouse. I double-dare you to update traditions whose emotional potency has waned.
Photo: Pamela Colman Smith | Public domain | Wikimedia Commons
At the beginning of 2024, I wrote about how to find your personal tarot card for the year. To kick off this new year, I want to discuss the tarot card for 2025. This card is for all of us and is often a summary of what to expect from the year ahead.
If you’d like to find out what your personal tarot card for 2025 is, all you need is your phone. For this exercise, we are only going to focus on the major arcana portion of the tarot deck. Although there are 22 cards, they are numbered 0 to 21. When you do the math to get the number correspondence for your card, you will want a number between 1 and 22. It is impossible to get a 0 when you are adding numerical values higher than 0 together. To compensate for not being able to have 0 as a number, if your final number is 22, then that means The Fool card, card number 0, is your card for the year.
The first thing you will do is add your birth month and day to the current year, 2025. Let’s look at an example. For our example, we’ll use a birthdate of February 10th. You can add 2 (for the month of February) plus 10 (for the day) plus 2025. If you add 2+10+2025, you get 2037. 2037 is much bigger than numbers 1 to 22, so we will need to reduce this number. Next, we will add 2+0+3+7, which gives us 12. Using this method, card number 12 — the Hanged Man card — will be your card for the year.
To find the tarot card that represents 2025, we will do a similar exercise of adding each number for 2025 together. 2+0+2+5=9. When finding your personal tarot card for the year and when finding the tarot card for the collective for the year, we are going to focus on the cards in the major arcana portion of the tarot deck. Card number 9 of the major arcana is The Hermit card. However, if you’d like to get more in-depth, you can also look at the cards of the minor arcana that share the number 9 as well.
2025 marches to a different tarot beat than 2024 did. The card for 2024 was Strength. But 2025 will be ruled by The Hermit, which invites introspection. Instead of pushing forward, this card advocates for a strategic withdrawal, a pause for self-reflection and understanding. This is a fantastic year for study. Deepen your knowledge with books, classes, and lectures. Get a library card. Work closely with a trusted teacher or mentor. It’s also possible you could play that role with others. Share what you know and be open to other ways of looking at the world.
The Hermit card is also a card of taking a step back from the world. This can allow us to gain clarity. Many worked hard in the past year, only to see their goals fall short. Rest is needed. Wise elders will emerge, and the heroes may wear cloaks instead of capes. Many world leaders may retire or step out of the spotlight for other reasons. The fight to preserve wisdom could be intense as institutions such as libraries, schools, and universities come under attack. We must not let history repeat itself, or we could return to a new dark age. The wisest among us have learned from the past and will shine a light on what we need to do to keep moving toward an enlightened future.
And perhaps most poignantly, the number 9 represents the end of a cycle. Certain situations may be ready to wrap up in your life. This will allow space for new things to come into your life. Let go and trust that the universe will sort it out.
The Hermit is associated with Virgo, a sign that knows how to clean, declutter, heal, and serve. 2025 brings an opportunity to clean up after ourselves and others. No matter how big the mess may be, a concentrated effort will clear the slate and lay the groundwork for a fresh start.
Emily Guenther is a co-owner of The Broom Closet metaphysical shop. She is a Memphis native, professional tarot reader, ordained Pagan clergy, and dog mom.
My previous piece in 2018 on my friend Stanley Booth, whom I knew for 64 of his 82-plus years, had concluded with his revelation to me that he’d become a Catholic, achieving what he called “the greatest pleasure of my life … a complete redesign.”
It was surely appropriate, then, for Stanley’s funeral to be a Roman Catholic mass, which took place at the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception on Central Avenue on Saturday, December 28th, more than a week after his death at Harbor View Nursing Facility on North Second Street.
The attending group of communicants was smaller than I would have anticipated and scattered throughout the venerable high-ceilinged Midtown church. A mass was a mass, after all, and this one kept pretty much to the standard litany, without allowances for the kind of open memorial that people of consequence so often receive these days.
And Stanley Booth was very much a person of consequence. His authorship of The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones Outlaw Band (published in 1984 as Dance With the Devil after years of dedicated effort and familiarity with the band) was arguably the War and Peace of the rock era. There were other notable books, like Rythm Oil, a compilation of shorter pieces about the people, places, and things of that era, which, after all, is still very much with us. (The purposely misspelled title was typical Boothian waggishness.)
My favorite single piece of Stanley’s, a brief review of a Janis Joplin concert in Memphis during the mid-’60s, a failure through no fault of the singer’s own, somehow manages to encompass all the rights, wrongs, misadventures, and pretensions of the time.
A memorial for Stanley will be scheduled for later on, or so promises our mutual friend David Less (no slouch as an author himself), who had made a point of looking in on Stanley in his last days. According to David, Stanley had been lonely and depressed at the nursing home, where he had grown progressively more physically incapacitated, even as his mind strained, as writers’ minds do, toward articulation and purpose.
All that striving had ceased mere days earlier, as Stanley, after consultations between David and Stanley’s daughter Ruby, was entered into hospice care per se. He had become mute and incommunicative, hovering on the edge of vegetative.
Very regrettably, I had not gotten around to seeing Stanley as he neared his end. Many reasons for that, including a newly acquired auto that couldn’t be depended on to start and resisted all efforts to fix. The basic reason, though, was that our relationship, like the car, famously had its fits and starts.
A few years ago, after a reasonably longish period of keeping close company (which meant, significantly, carting Stanley around and making sure he had things — e.g., wheelchair, TV, what-have-you — and passing on periodic feelers from music media types trying to connect with him), we’d had a bizarre interruption. Out of the proverbial blue, he’d asked me why, some 60 years earlier, I’d referred to his girlfriend of that time as “simian.”
I remembered no such shocking incivility toward a lady whom I had in fact admired and, reasonably enough, therefore, could offer no explanation. Many protests and back-and-forths later, there had been an exchange of over-the-edge remarks between us, resulting in a breach. Inevitably, there would have been a healing, something we’d gone through more than once during those aforesaid 60-odd years, but — time ran out.
Sadly, this kind of thing was not atypical for Stanley. His persona, like his sense of language, filled all the obvious, and most of the imaginable, spaces. Though he had reservoirs of charm, many of his relationships ran into stormy weather. Long on talent and short of stature, he had his share of the Napoleon syndrome. He could be modest, but never exactly humble. Or maybe that should be stated the other way around. His earliest literary model had been Ernest Hemingway, that paragon of basic English and exact phraseology.
At a public function some years ago, the late George Klein introduced him, molto con brio, as a celebrated music writer. No, Stanley objected, for better or for worse, he was a writer, pure and simple. This was an echo of Hemingway’s famous late-career admonition to his overly self-concerned contemporary F. Scott Fitzgerald, “You see, Bo, you’re not a tragic character. Neither am I. All we are is writers.”
Over the years, I’ve known numerous highly talented individuals whose abilities transcended various categories of the usually recognized earthly disciplines. Even as we speak, I could name you a handful, right here in Mempho. Would-be Renaissance men (and women).
Though he was not without a generous amount of self-regard (as the high proportion of references to himself in all his work indicates), Stanley Booth was not among these across-the-board pretenders. A writer is all he was. No scatterer of loose energy across the lines. No diluter of his essential being.
And for that he deserves to be called a Master.
I did not mean to confer, earlier in this article, any slight upon the reach and scope of the Roman Catholic litany. Its very universality and subordination to a (lowercase) catholic whole may have been the aspect of the religion that most appealed to Stanley and caused him to embrace it.
“I am not after any pie in the sky,” he would tell me, by way of an awkward attempt to account for his conversion. In this piece, I have not listed any of the earthly honors conferred upon him, and there were many, including a lifetime achievement award from the Smithsonian Institute. But as Stanley once said, wistfully, “You can’t eat reputation. If I had a nickel for every good review I’ve had …” letting that sentence fade out rhetorically.
As the aforesaid litany notes, “we know partially, and we prophesy partially.” But it holds forth the idea for the striver of attaining the company of the saints, and that ain’t hay.
Sophia, Charlotte, and Drake Newman with Hunter, McNeilly, and Miller Cowan (Photos: Michael Donahue)
Memphis Zoo was aglow for the holidays with its annual Truist Zoo Lights.
Attire was heavy coats on chilly nights for visitors who drank hot chocolate and took photos standing in front of festive light displays. They kept their coats on, but removed their shoes to don skates at the ice-skating rink.
Sienna Dawson and Aubree Green
Nicole Cupo and Patrick Croce
Jahnearean Joy and Myashanti EdwardsDavid and Debbie McAnally, Chris Buckley, Cindy Buckley, and Carolyn Jackson Alissa and Anthony Martin, Caleb Fuller, and Peyton Brown Kristyn Martin and Keiyoma DabneyBryson McArter, Jessica McArter, and Janae Topes
Morgan, Maverick, and Tony Morgan
Zoo Lights has been going on “at least 20 years,” says Memphis Zoo communications specialist Rebecca Winchester.
“This year’s event was successful. It is always wonderful welcoming the community back to Memphis Zoo.”
Veronica Chacin and Diego Sanchez Carlo Duran and Eliza Seaton Li Mayblum, Jordan Kamerzink, and Adeline JanoviceIan Cox and Joe Craig Matt Quick and Katie Fye Dakota Wilson and Ajay Jone
And, she says, “We look forward to providing the Memphis community with this holiday tradition every year.”
Asked how many lights were displayed, Winchester says. “I do not know the exact number of lights. However, it does take an entire month to set up.”
Zoe, Portia, Enzo, and Ashton Jeffries
Winchester did know how many people viewed those lights. “From my understanding, we have seen over 45,000 guests so far this season.”
Don’t ew my ewe. (Photo: Timothy Large | Dreamstime.com)
So, the editor said at our last staff meeting that we all needed to come up with something to write about for our annual “New Year, New You” issue. Basically, it’s anything to do with reinventing yourself without actually saying “New Year’s resolution.” Most of the time, it comes down to writing about self-improvement projects, like taking up hot yoga, quitting drinking, getting a Peloton, or buying those puffy new running shoes that somehow make jogging in Overton Park at the crack of dawn appealing. The advertising folks will be selling to local businesses who specialize in such services, so it all tracks.
I have threatened for years to write about adopting a sheep for this issue, because, well, not using the headline “New Year, New Ewe” just seems like a wasted opportunity. And since 2025 is looming like the open cellar door to the end-times, I figured it was now or never.
I did a bit of research and read that a ewe is a female sheep, which I already knew. And I quickly learned that my word processing program unhelpfully corrects “a ewe” to “an ewe.” It’s ewes-less to try to reprogram it, I discover, so I move on. After all, I’ve still got to figure out how to get a new ewe in the new year.
Here are some other sheep terms I became familiar with: A male sheep used for breeding is a ram or a buck. A male that has been castrated and that will be used for meat is a wether. And, of course, the little cute ones are called lambs. Whether a lamb grows up to be a wether, a ram, or a ewe (or a chop) is all in the roll of the sheep dice. But for purposes of this story (and maintaining a commitment to the pun), I’m only thinking of ewe, dear.
A mature ewe weighs 200 to 225 pounds, which seems like a big-ass sheep. So once I get my new ewe (on Amazon?) I’m going to need to figure out a way to keep it fed. It should be able to graze off my yard for much of the year, I’d think, but I don’t have a big lawn, so I might have to supplement it with a couple of hay bales or something. Plus, I could probably walk it around the neighborhood and let it graze in my neighbors’ lawns as we stroll along. I don’t think they’ll mind. In fact, I suspect that my ewe and I would soon become a legend on nextdoor.com — not to mention, the talk of the Memphis Reddit community. Once my sheepish girl has gotten her fill of yummy Midtown zoysia, we’ll just make a ewe-turn and head back home. And, of course, I’ll carry a sheepy-bag for the ewe-doo, just in case. I know the rules. I’m not a savage.
And here are some of the lifestyle improvements attendant with getting a New Ewe in the New Year: Exercise — walking around the neighborhood every day, hefting the occasional bale of hay, not to mention carrying the 12-pound bags of ewe-doo home from your daily walk. You’ll be fit and buff in no time. Free Wool — You just shear your ewe once a year and voila, a big bag of premium wool, ready to be spun into yarn and turned into a sweater by your dear old Aunt Nedra.
And I’m sure that there are other benefits of ewe-ownership besides exercise and free wool but they’re not coming to me right now. Let me think … Nope. In fact, it’s beginning to become obvious that I’ve written this entire column just to justify using a stupid pun that I’ve resisted using every Flyer New Year’s issue for years. And that’s not fair to you, the reader, or to Ewe, my sheep, who’s been caught up in this awkward transition to urban living through no fault of her own.
I had another option, too, which makes this all the more tragic. If I had gone with the alternative plan, it would have been easier for all of us. Get a shrub. Plant it. Keep your head down and hope for the best. New Year, New Yew.
Memphis Light, Gas & Water last week invited customers to play bingo with a card holding squares that said, “bragged about my low utility bill,” “didn’t lose power during a storm,” and more.
Commenters (not so gently) reminded MLGW of the impending 4-percent energy rate increase this month and that their power can still be unpredictable. Many said the post was “tone-deaf,” with some suggesting that it was proof of MLGW’s “toxic” relationship with customers.
New Year’s Tear
Posted to Facebook by Moth Moth Moth
Drag artist Moth Moth Moth was on a Facebook tear New Year’s Eve morning, saying, “Understand this. I will rip this town apart and sew it back together myself if I have to.”
By that afternoon, though, Mothy softened: “I’m not feeling grumpy anymore! I just needed to eat some toast.”
“Distinctive Weapon”
Posted to Facebook by WREG
Comments went wild-larious on two WREG posts about the search for and arrest of Jayden Burns. He allegedly robbed Midtown stores, using an old-timey, long-barreled pistol. Steve Clarke said, “Hear ye! Hear ye! Unhand thy currency!”
So it begins — 2025 has arrived. A new year, a new horizon, a new spectacle to behold. We don’t have much to say about 2025, not yet. But we do have our hopes and resolutions, which we must share with you in our “New Year, New You” issue because our editor said so. And since this is the new year and a new us, we’re actually listening to her. And, hey, maybe, you’ll listen to us and adopt a few of our resolutions.
Put Down Your Phone
We all love our smartphones. They help us connect with each other. They’re windows to the world. They serve us dank memes. We can’t go to a game or the club without taking video and sharing it with friends and strangers on the internet.
But these days, it’s easy to feel that you have too much of a good thing. You might have already guessed from your weekly average screen time reports that smartphone addiction is real. In many cases, that’s because your apps are working as designed. Social media platforms are designed to keep you engaged as long as possible. They don’t care if that engagement makes you mad, sad, or happy. A public, friendship-splintering fight sparked by an Instagram post is actually a win as far as Meta is concerned. Other apps are designed to deliver a steady drip feed of dopamine, a chemical your brain associates with rewards, like a slot machine.
If you think your smartphone use is out of control, try deleting the most problematic apps. Maybe you only need to access X on your laptop instead of on your phone — or maybe you don’t need to access it at all. iPhones have features that can help you decrease your dependency, such as Focus settings which limit your notifications. On Android systems, the Digital Wellness settings can also be helpful. If that doesn’t work, consider getting a “dumb phone” — that is, an old-fashioned flip phone that will send and receive calls and T9 text messages. — Chris McCoy
Photo: Jon Tyson | Unsplash
Cook Some Barbecue
You’re Memphis AF. We get it. You’re a Stax scholar, an Overton Park zen master, Midtown shortcut navigator, and a top-rated commentator on r/Memphis.
Take that AF-ness one step further this year: Add pitmaster to your Memphis CV.
Barbecue is a mysterious art. Tough pork cuts tenderize in a dark sauna of smoke and low heat. To watch this process spoils the magic, a sin immortalized in the phrase, “if you’re looking, you’re not cooking.” It emerges hours later, dark, rustic, supple to the touch, and maybe hissing but still needing a rest — a tiny dose of extra magic — to make it Memphis barbecue.
But they sell everything you need for this so-called magic at nearly every grocery store in town. So, how hard can this be?
Folks on barbecue subreddits and YouTube say you’re probably overthinking it. Folks on barbecue subreddits and YouTube say you’re not thinking about it enough. Do I wrap ribs? How long should I rest a pork butt? Should I use yellow mustard to hold a dry rub? Will sauce anger the Memphis barbecue gods?
It can be tough to cut through the noise. The only way to know what is going to work is to do it yourself.
You probably already have the gear. All you need is an outdoor, low-heat source (around 225-275 degrees) and some wood chips. Almost any grill can smoke, yes, even most gas grills. (Google “aluminum wood packets for smoking” for help here.)
Pork cuts for smoking are usually cheap, too. Ribs run around $15 a slab. Feed a crowd with a pork butt for about $20. Also, a shaker of dry rub can start as low as $5.
The low cost helps take the sting out of a bad batch (ask me how I know). A pro tip here, if you’re just getting started, and your barbecue is the star dish of a get-together, have the pizza man on speed dial in case things go south. — Toby Sells
Photo: Michael Donahue
Plant the Seeds
Your New Year, New You could be “Johnny Appleseed” in 2025. Or some other seed.
Plant some seeds this spring and watch what happens. Not only will you see something green grow into a plant that (a.) blooms, (b.) turns into something you can eat, or (c.) both; it’s also one of the oldest head-trips.
I’m talking about seeds that are easy to grow. Each year I plant seeds I know I’ll get results from. As somebody once said, if you grow a lot of something that’s easy, people will think you know what you’re doing.
I feel great all over the rest of the day after I plant some balsam, tomato, marigold, or other easy seeds. I don’t buy boxes of already blooming plants or already growing herbs and vegetables. That’s not fun. I want to watch the growing process from the time the seeds sprout until they’re fully grown.
I wait until mid-May to plant most of my seed because the soil is warm and it doesn’t take long for the seed to sprout.
These are what I plant every year. And you can get seeds for all of these at nurseries or online:
• Balsam, or “touch-me-not.” After the blooms on the side of the stem fade, they will produce seed pods. When the seeds are ripe, the pods will burst open when you touch them.
• Gomphrena, or “globe amaranth,” is my favorite. I started them from some little round purple flower globes I snipped off some plants one summer. In mid-May, I crush the dried blooms and just plant the flat seeds in shallow rows.
• Tithonia, or Mexican sunflower, is one of the most fun for me. The plants, which bear vivid orange daisy-looking flowers, can grow over 7 feet tall.
• Celosia, or “cock’s comb,” are very easy to grow and they also reseed. These have the velvety red blooms that look like rooster combs.
• To round out your garden, plant the super-easy sweet basil seed. They come up fast and last all summer until frost.
Just make sure you water your plants. Don’t let them dry out. I plant my flower, vegetable, and herb seed in big pots and just keep them there. They’re a lot easier to manage. — Michael Donahue
Free Jazz: Just What the Doctor Ordered
If you should find yourself asking, “New year, new me, sure — but how?” this January, try my surefire way of dusting off the mental cobwebs, shaking up old habits, and finding a fresh perspective: free jazz.
Of course, very few free, out, experimental, or avant-garde musicians would use that antiquated term anymore. I still like it, even as a punch line, but let’s just call it improvisatory music. By any name, it can be the perfect catalyst for rethinking your own personal big picture.
Ra Kalam Bob Moses and one of his most recent works (Photo: Courtesy Ra Kalam)
Because it grows from extemporized thought, such music stays unpredictable, making it a sure tonic for anyone stuck in a rut. Yet it’s not incoherent. Just listen to one of last year’s finest releases, one of many emerging from our city’s thriving improvisatory scene: Sonic Alchemy Suprema, featuring a world-class improvisational drummer now based in Memphis, Ra Kalam Bob Moses. Technically, the album is by Alma Tree, a group that includes Ra Kalam, Vasco Trilla, and Pedro Melo Alves — all drummers. And though three horn players also join them, the sheer richness of the percussive tones alone will keep your ears fascinated. Give the album a few minutes and, as the virtuosic players speak to each other through sound, the tales they seem to spin emerge organically, sewing dramatic threads of thought and imagination.
At times meditative, at times frenetic, the moods they conjure will surely get you thinking outside of the box — or the algorithm. On the surface, it sounds like a punch line: Hey, try rethinking your life to the sound of bells, gongs, ratchets, drums, and horns on a free jazz album. But really, it’s a matter of “kidding on the square,” as the old jazzers would call it: a joke that tells the truth. — Alex Greene
(The Young Actors Guild is known to improve graduation rates. Photo: Craig Thompson)
Be a Part of the Solution
With my job requiring me to be tuned in to how current events affect specific communities, I’m also inclined to research how citizens grapple with solutions to certain problems. It doesn’t take a deep dive into the city to show that people are concerned about our youth and their trajectories. For decades there’s been a heavy emphasis on law enforcement to intervene aggressively on youth crime and intervention. While enhanced conversation on the relationship between law enforcement and young people is always encouraged, there are ways for the community to be proactive as well.
For 2025, I’d like to see more community engagement and involvement in nonprofits and organizations that focus on improving the lives of youth in Memphis. Crisis and crime intervention are always at the forefront of community involvement; however, at-risk youth are not monolithic and don’t exclusively occupy these spaces. As a community we can consider volunteering and supporting arts organizations who seek to provide an outlet for our youth. Organizations like the Young Actors Guild have prided themselves in improving graduation rates and college enrollment by cultivating an interest in the arts for young people. Not to mention the plethora of schools that are always looking for tutors to help students in need.
Improving the lives of young people requires involvement from all sectors. Youth need to know that the people in their community are invested in their well-being and interests. This can lead to confidence and improved outcomes in so many areas, which can positively impact Memphis as a whole. — Kailynn Johnson
Consider paring back your media intake or completing your to-do list. (Photo: Pexels | Pixabay)
No Spin New Year
I’m cable news sober since November 5th. Not one second of MSNBC, CNN, Fox, or any other network’s “news analysis” has crossed my eyes. Yet, I’m better informed than ever because I’m no longer consuming the garbage I used to watch every night — the garbage that fed my outrage machine and my confirmation biases. Instead, I’ve signed up for AP News, which is ranked the most down-the-middle news site. Also good are Reuters, BBC, The Guardian, and the straight news reporting by the major dailies. They all send links to your phone through the day, so you don’t miss anything.
Sometimes on social media a teaser will spin its way through to my attention. Last week, CNN wanted me to watch a clip where apparently resident troll Scott Jennings was trashing the legacy and integrity of former President Jimmy Carter on the day of his death. No thanks. The more clicks that stuff gets, the more they publish it. I’m out. For good. I’m getting my news the old-fashioned way; I’m reading it on my phone. — Bruce VanWyngarden
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Get to It!
The only task any of us should be concerned with as we enter yet another new year is that of cooking the seeds. That is, finishing the leftover business we’ve put aside or not gotten around to.
Cases will differ from person to person, but for most of us, that entails a lot of catching up to do. Dust off that incomplete manuscript and finish the book. Patch up that broken friendship. Stop griping about how slow the boat is going and put your own oar to work. And, since you’re not really going to be an expatriate, swallow your disappointments about the public weal and find some volunteer organization that can use your two-cent’s worth.
Instead of wishing you’d said this or that to him or her, go ahead and say it now. Even though it’s no longer timely, it may well clarify the outcome.
None of this should preclude any new initiatives on your part. In fact, clearing off the cluttter will give you a clean new desk and good ideas for filling it up again. You’ll likely discover that this process can begin at once.
And don’t worry about getting it all done and having to face some terrifying void. You’ll never get through. That’s kind of the idea.
Oh, and if you’re that rare individual who’s always caught up on everything, here’s an idea: Learn a new language; you’ll confront the same old world, but with a wholly different way of looking at it. — Jackson Baker
As no one needs to be reminded, the year 2025 is starting off with near-arctic temperatures, but enough political action is ongoing or forthcoming in the near future to generate a bit of heat.
• The executive committee of the Tennessee Democratic Party will convene in Nashville on Saturday, January 25th, to pick a new chairperson, and no fewer than seven candidates have been nominated for the honor. They are:
— Rachel Campbell of Chattanooga, currently serving both as party chair of Hamilton County and vice chair of the state party. She is one of two co-favorites in the race.
— Gloria Johnson of Knoxville, a state representative and, most recently, the Democrats’ unsuccessful candidate for the U.S. Senate in 2024. The other co-favorite, she has good name recognition and a residual network within the party, but there is some question as to whether her legislative service would disqualify her from the fundraising duties required of a chair.
— Brian Cordova of Nashville, the state party’s current executive director, and a veteran of numerous Democratic electoral campaigns. In the event of a deadlock between Campbell and Johnson, he is seen as a possible fallback choice.
— Vincent Dixie of Nashville, another state representative and a former chair of the party’s legislative caucus. Like Johnson, he, too, might be conflicted on the issue of fundraising.
— Alec Kucharski, a veteran of Tennessee political campaigns and currently a resident of Chicago, where he serves as a liaison with the Democratic delegation of the Illinois legislature.
— Todd Frommeyer of Pulaski, an activist, lawyer, and Navy vet.
— Edward Roland of Chattanooga, said to be a salesperson.
All these candidates will participate in a forum at 1 p.m. on Saturday, to be streamed on Facebook via the Tennessee Democratic County Chairs Association.
• It will be noticed, by the way, that this fairly sizeable field of Democratic candidates contains no aspirants from Memphis.
One longtime member of the Democratic state committee from Shelby County, David Cambron, takes note of this, saying in a text, “We are not Big Shelby any more.”
Cambron maintains that the Memphis area’s “last chance of relevancy” was lost in the 2006 U.S. Senate election, which saw Democrat Harold Ford Jr. lose to Republican Bob Corker.
And, in Cambron’s view, the problem has bipartisan dimensions. “It’s the same reason every statewide discussion of possible Republican gubernatorial candidates doesn’t mention Brent Taylor.”
The reference is clearly to state Senator Taylor’s seemingly nonstop campaigning for more assertive state authority over law enforcement in Memphis and Shelby County. Often, such intentional omnipresence in media attention bespeaks an intention to seek higher office.
Yet, as Cambron points out, Taylor’s name is rarely to be found in public speculation about the 2026 governor’s race.
(In fairness, it should be pointed out that when the Flyer queried Taylor about a possible ambition to run for governor, the senator replied, “The short answer is no. The long answer is hell, no.”)
• As it happens Saturday, January 25th, is also the date for a GOP chairmanship decision, this one for the leadership of the Shelby County Republican Party, the issue to be decided at the Venue at Bartlett Station.
The two declared candidates are former Memphis City Councilman Worth Morgan and longtime GOP activist Naser Fazlullah. As noted previously in this space, Morgan has been the beneficiary of a hyped-up PR campaign involving numerous public endorsements from influential local GOP figures.
All of that has gotten the goat of one prominent Republican, however. Former County Commission Chairman Terry Roland of Millington, who praises Fazlullah’s “selfless” service to the local party, denounces the pro-Morgan faction’s “Revive” campaign as nothing more than an “elitist” plot to suppress grassroots Republicans.
And Roland, who has headed up local campaign efforts for Donald Trump from 2016 on, levies what may be the worst charge in his vocabulary against Morgan, whom he calls a — wait for it — “Never-Trumper.”
Preston Jackson (American, b. 1944), Jolly and the Mississippi Flood, c. 2005. Cast Bronze. Courtesy of the artist.
In October 2024, the Metal Museum named Preston Jackson as its 38th Master Metalsmith. “A Hidden Culture,” the exhibition now on display in honor of Jackson’s achievement, features 16 freestanding sculptures and four paintings by the artist, who describes the show as revealing “history that has been buried, forgotten, or deemed unimportant by society.” The Flyer had a chance to speak with Jackson about the show for our “Winter Arts Guide,” published in December 2024.
Memphis Flyer: What was your reaction to being named the Metal Museum’s Master Metalsmith?
Preston Jackson: When I got the call to get involved in this, especially being in Memphis, you know, where my ancestors are from, I jumped at that opportunity, and I took it on, even preparing new works for the show. So it was an uplift to do what you’re supposed to.
Your work goes into history and wants to uncover hidden histories, right?
Yeah, things that people feel uncomfortable talking about. … I find that looking back and re-understanding, rethinking things that were only a hint in your past because you didn’t have the facilities to understand them or express them, it’s almost like admitting it’s good to be human.
Preston Jackson, Madame Fruitvale and Her Dog, c. 2003. Courtesy of the artist.
Did you always know that you wanted to tell stories of other people, or was this something that you developed?
A lot of these traits that I have today were discovered, as my parents tell the story of my growing up, many years ago, right at the beginning of my little life as a young kid. Growing up in Decatur, Illinois, a product of the great migration that happened, my life is so much a part of that history. My exhibit gave me a chance to express my feelings about that.
And when you’re looking at these stories, are you doing a lot of research?
Yeah, you don’t want to be wild in your thinking because of how important it is to tell the truth. Just look at our politics today. Truth is sought after, and it’s valuable. If we live a lie or believe in lies, we’re going to sort of destroy the entire civilization.
