Being single around Atlanta during Christmastime is THE PITS. I don’t know this from personal experience, but I just scanned through the holiday issue of Atlanta Singles Celebrate! (from 1989) and now I know that being alone in the month of December is the most degrading, lonely time of self-doubt and miserable gifts with hidden meaning. 
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Was anyone else disappointed when initially you thought this was going to be a music video about the virtues of public transit but then you realized it might be about sex? But then you were un-disappointed when it turned out to be about going to Mary’s? But then you were kind of blown away when Mary’s interior looked like EuroSimCity/praise and worship portion of a megachurch conference?
Anyway, this is your Christmas miracle, a new song about Atlanta’s nightlife to replace “Tardy for the Party” in your jambox!! YAY!
(A million thanks to commenter “b4ce1″ for this.)
Christmas in Atlanta; there’s nothing like it! Let’s put on our fur muffs and wool capes and take the streetcar down Peachtree Street to the magnificent Rich’s department store and ride the Pink Pig and see the lighting of the Great Tree! We’ll visit the live reindeer! We’ll look at all the glamorous holiday window displays and the glove counter to find out what all the latest fashions are this winter! We’ll use our nickels we saved up working at the soda counter and selling copies of the Atlanta Journal to buy Mother those Ferragamo suede Cuban heels she wants so dearly! Nothing is more beautiful and sophisticated in this whole wide world than downtown Atlanta at Christmastime! Nothing can top it, y’all!
We really do need a store like Rich’s these days, one that will take cotton as scrip instead of U.S. currency so we can finish our Christmas shopping.
The inscription inside my copy of Dear Store* reads: “For Marianne, With gratitude for so-o much help & inspiration — as well as the grandest party ever. Love, Celestine Sibley Jan. 27, 1967.”
The grandest party ever.
*I definitely saw a copy at A Cappella Books the last time I was in.
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Hey y’all! Time for one of Pecanne Log’s most exciting features, our Run-Off Election Candidate Death Match. These aren’t endorsements per se, because the criteria used to determine a winner in each of the races below isn’t necessarily what we would use when entering the voting booth (which we did ages ago, because we thought it would be faster to vote early but did not take into account that a van full of senior citizens in velour track suits would arrive at the Fulton County government center minutes before us, on our pathetic one-hour lunch break). But if the following helps you decide, then we are so glad we have helped. Don’t forget to vote today, because no one ever remembers – and if enough of you write in Sid Mashburn for city council president, he might actually win!
Let’s start with the most important race – the one the New York Times cares about, solely because a black person AND a white person are running, in the South.
ATLANTA MAYOR: MARY NORWOOD VS. KASIM REED
Not only were both candidates pretty humdrum, they both had terrible campaign logos. Mary Norwood’s was completely uninspired. Did she even try to have an interesting, eye-catching logo? Does she have any intellectual curiosity that would lead her to at some point in the past two years to consider a semi-engaging visual design for her omnipresent candidacy? How could a person so ambitious for so long not care to strive for anything better than Times New Roman? No wonder the Mohammed K. Reed campaign stole all her yard signs. They are offensive to any Atlanta citizen who leaves the house in anything more that sweatpants. Mary Norwood’s logo is the elastic waistband of yard signs. (more…)
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