work update

Posted about this on TWER, so whatevs, I’ll just paste it here.

In pursuit of cash to justify this whole Auburn fixation, Jeremy Henderson (that would be me) is now spreading his storytelling talents across the internet. Which is to say that in addition to TWER, I’m writing “Living and Culture” stuff for al.com, and plumbing the depths of Auburn history for the relentless Auburn coverage machine that is Auburn Undercover.

Most of the stuff for Auburn Undercover (which is under the heading Lore Eagle) is for subscribers only, and it’s pretty good. A story on how Phil Neel got the Auburn program cover gig. A fun story on how Pat Dye going for the tie in the 1988 Sugar Bowl impacted Auburn’s women’s basketball team. Another fun thing on how Terry Bowden almost played for Shug. Some awesome never-before-seen home movies of the Amazins. (If you’re a subscriber, you can find them all here.)

But here are links to the free stuff:

The time Pat Dye scouted Auburn for Alabama

A look back at Terry Bowden, Auburn pitch man

Meet East Carolina coach Pat Dye

The order form that helped Auburn baseball win the 1920 conference championship

 

Most recently for al.com, I have been your No. 1 source for in-depth Pizza Girl reporting.

Pizza-loving teen whose Papa John’s essay got her accepted to Yale chooses Auburn

Papa John’s offers internship, free pizza to incoming Auburn freshman who went viral for Yale-worthy essay

And the wrap up…

Incoming Auburn freshman reflects on whirlwind week as viral ‘Pizza Girl’

TWER has had the videos:

VIDEO: Connecticut news anchors indignant over Papa John’s purist choosing Auburn over Yale—and New Haven pizza

VIDEO: Shouts of ‘War Eagle’—and one ‘Roll Tide’—pepper TV news coverage of Papa John’s Pizza Girl choosing Auburn over Yale

VIDEO: ‘Today,’ ‘Live with Kelly and Ryan,’ and other national TV coverage of Auburn’s Yale-spurning Pizza Girl

Other good al.com stuff:

 

Former Auburn football star got acting start as Burt Reynolds lookalike

Sally Field, Auburn fan? 

Does Ryan Seacarest have a soft spot for Auburn?

David Hasselhoff gave the loudest, longest ‘War Eagle’ you’ll hear today

And you probably saw the Trump thing.

i love ginny tiu, too

New favorite band. This is the stuff you find when you’re me. I was researching something for TWER but still haven’t finished it because the things of TWER grew strangely dim in the light of Billy Sunshine.

 

Auburn Bikini could have covered the heck out of that thing.

Here she is on the Danny Thomas Show 10 years earlier.

i carrie you in my heart

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In 1991, I asked the woman on Prodigy who knew all the celebrities address for Carrie Fisher’s. Carrie sent me an autographed photo. She wasn’t wearing the bikini. It was just a head shot but still. It’s in the storage unit. More on all that stuff later.

She died. Text from the mother-in-law. Good grief. It’s enough to make me stop rolling my eyes at all the 2016 blah blah blah. PRINCESS LEIA.

And I’m not going to let myself feel bad for calling her that. From what I can tell she embraced the life Star Wars handed her. Which really makes me want to believe that she is — she was — fine with where she lived in my mind. That she would have been fine with the Return of the Jedi bikini picture I decided not to tweet out the other day with the #Prayers when the heart attack happened. She knew what she was doing. Everyone did. I was four years old. It was on a giant screen. Anyone who says that that can’t be the first thing I think about is a jerk (unlike The Jerk).

This is for you, for us, your highness. Largest file I can find. With pride.

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But sure, I know her name. It’s Carrie Fisher. Which is why the guy who does a website in me starts searching for “Carrie Fisher” (which is something I actually do always feel kinda bad about). And I find Carrie Fisher. I found her in 1973. And she kinda ruled. Read this on the new site.

“Before they meet you, people have made up their minds. So if you go into show business you must be a big star or forget it.”

That’s what she told the AP reporter that year when the first real stuff about her started showing up. Because all the real stuff about her was about her being Debbie Reynolds’ daughter and Eddie Fisher’s daughter, which is understandable. And she understood it, too. She embraced it (she was apparently good at embracing things).  I’m pretty sure I read in a Weekly Reader or something that struggling against the cocoon builds up the butterfly’s wings. Emerging from the “Daughter of” shadow would make her stronger. That’s how she looked at it. And Lord, that’s what she did.

Because I know it sounds bad, but until Jennie started looking up stuff about her when we heard about the heart attack, I had no idea she was Debbie Reynolds’ daughter. Honestly, I barely even know who Debbie Reynolds is or was or whatever. I mean, I know the name. Maybe the face. She was still a thing, even when she wasn’t still a thing. But Eddie Fisher? I probably would have said a singer if you’d asked me. Other than that, I got nothing.

She didn’t come out of her parents’ shadows. She swallowed them up in her own. That takes a special someone.

If I had stayed in Lubbock an extra week (seven years ago), I could have interviewed her. I almost did, just for that. Totally should have.

“Sorry five-year-old daughter, I know I haven’t seen you in 6 weeks, but we’re going to have to make it seven…”

Again, check this out.

giving thanks to God and google on a brain stretch saturday morning

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thanks guys. looks like a fun group. 

 

GOOGLE DOCS IS REALLY GREAT. Typed that with cap locks on but I’m not changing it. Here’s the thing, a lot about Google bothers me. But they make an incredible product. I mean they are doing it. Photos. Docs. God is slipping code to Google, shortcuts to unlocking our creative potential and stuff and that’s really the meat of the matter — God can use people who bother you. God can use anything. I’m not going to cringe at the color of my blood because it happens to match a Bama jersey. Let not the devil claim for bad what God has said was good. I mean, I guess you could even say that about the devil. Like about how you have to have a bad guy for it to be a good story. Sadie thought bedtime thoughts about that stuff when she was, like, seven.

I’m not going to let the Madonna now ruin the Madonna then, the one I thought about and think about. I’m not going to let morons ruin their TV characters for me, especially the ones on Mike Judge shows because MJ’s cool. I’ll just pray they give up the moron game. I’m fine with not buying certain things, though. That’s easy. Well, except Diet Coke. Hope nothing happens with Diet Coke. I digress. Point is, Google is really helping me. They deserve all the kudos they get. Same with Wikipedia. I just donated. I donated 20 dollars to Wikipedia. I may even buy a shirt. Think of how much you use Wikipedia. Lord, I’d even donate to Google and Google owns money. Does Bing have cool things? (Maybe I should check them out, too. Play both sides. But I’d feel doing that to Google. Seriously, they’ve really impressed me lately.)

Same with Amazon. Man, apparently the guy owns the Washington Post and WaPo sucks like the rest but still. Makes a great product. Or service or whatever. For crying out loud — Prime? Video? Two freaking days? It’s amazing. What hath God wrought level stuff. The other day I bought local. And they only reason was because I did the sneaky barcode check and it was cheaper, for once. And I happened to be driving by. And I wanted it instantly. Even though I could have waited. That’s it. That’s the only reason. Adapt, man.

In other news, loving the radio show these days. I mean I always have but it’s just really fun and I’ve been waking up in full appreciation. Rich has always said it’s like acting. And it’s not like I haven’t known that, but it really is. We play these parts and it’s fun. And I get to express myself in ways I can’t anywhere else. I mean, I’m trying, but nothing comes close to ol’ Jer Bear. Cue the Toto…

Got some deals cooking. God is faithful. He really is. I mean, it’s not like He has to be faithful, I’m just saying God has a plan for your life. Or at least my life. I’m assuming your life too. It’s hard to not think that you’re special, a special kind of special. And I’ll never be able to shake it entirely. And maybe that’s fine because we’re all special, and I do definitely believe that. I don’t know, I’m just saying God has a plan and it’s hard to know exactly what it is sometimes but when it starts to happen then you know.

Possibly related, I’m embracing the way I am. The way I operate. I’m all about disciplined writing and stuff, and that’s great for dudes who live upstairs downstairs lives with wives they never talk about, for bachelor hobos (no offense to anyone, promise), for trust fund hipsters with lofts or whatever. But I’m locked into a chaotic, unfathomably complex ecosystem and I can only do what I can do. There is no routine. Every day is a musical chair life scramble for time. And like right now, everyone is out of the house and my brain just needs to stretch and hey I got to let it stretch. Got to read that Kerouac thing, got to plan that new book, got to plan that other new book, got to start that new Twitter account and then delete it. Just Go. Just Do It. “So you’re saying yes to everything?” Jennie asked. And hey, you know how I answered.

But yeah, starting a couple of websites. Possibly writing for a couple of websites. God knows how many books I’m working on. And more on this later, but OMG I was asked–by what I can technically call Auburn University and be honest about it though technically it was the archives, but still, that’s Auburn—to give a lecture on DEAN CATER ALL CAPS. When it rains it pours. And that’s God.