polaroids
I wish new photographs had a border like Polaroids, or old photos with the scalloped edges. It’s like an instant matte.
sudden wisdom
The secret to happiness isn’t doing what you love, its loving what you do.
what’s up with me
Been a super 6 weeks or so, since whenever I last posted. Since I define my life by how productive I am now, I’ve been very productive. Lots of clicking and clacking on the keyboard, some fetch and running about with the domesticated beasts up in the wilds of Mt. Washington, a massive bruise and incapacitation of my left shoulder is just the tip of the iceberg! The body of the iceberg is not much larger than the tip; it’s a very small iceberg. Perhaps more like an ice cube.
Last night we watched “Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead”, a gripping crime drama of family intrigue, tits and men who are unable to express themselves except via money and violence. I enjoyed it a lot, and I also found it to be very reminiscent of Ratpack era gender roles. There’s a gay drug dealer who wears a kimono around his pricy Manhattan apartment. C’mon, is this Madame Butterfly?! Anyway, this all makes sense, because it was directed by the 80+ Sidney Lumet. I’d recommend it - it felt about 8 minutes shorter than the billed 2 hours.
The garden is springing into bloom. This was the first morning of the season where I watered it. Very nice! Once my shoulder heals up, I’ve got big plans. Watch out dirt, I plan on being up in your grille with my $3.98 perennials purchased at Lowe’s. I also have my eyes on some flora from White Flower Farm. Thanks mom!
Annie and I also did a living room makeover of her old studio on the second floor. We replaced some rotting studs in the back wall, and patched up the wall real sorta nice. Fresh paint is on the way, six years from now. Once we have a guest bed, we’ll be set up FOR REAL. TRUE.
Party on Memorial Day Weekend at our place. Let it be known.
The door locks after all
I’m in upstate NY to visit my mom for her 65th birthday. It’s been great so far. It’s always pleasant to come back to this house I spent some formative years in. One of the things I always remembered about this house is that none of the doors ever latched. The house was built in the 20s or 30s, so I always just accounted this to age. My bedroom door never shut, my mom’s bedroom door never really shut, the bathroom door downstairs never really shut, the other bathroom door shut like crazy. Scarily so. Like “Oh shit, I just trapped myself in the bathroom, I’m going to have to call the fire department” shut.
The other other bathroom door (the house has four bathrooms, and only three bedrooms) also never shut, but since it is a little bigger than the other two bathrooms, I couldn’t hold the door shut with my foot or hand while I was going. Going to the bathroom. Going to the bathroom in the bathroom. Urinating. You get it. It was always just a few inches out of reach. When I was younger, I would worry that a cat would push the door open while I was on the toilet, and someone would walk upstairs and see me, and I’d be…. on the toilet, I guess. Being embarrassed. Oh fear, you irrational creature you!
Today I was in this bathroom, and I noticed that the door had a deadbolt.
I lived in this house for 5 years.
I was shocked. I could shut the door after all! Amazing!
“Mom, can you believe this? I’m retarded. I JUST NOW realized this door has a lock.”
“It does?”
She’s lived here for 15 years.
Sweet gherkins
Sweet gherkin pickles are my favorite snack right now.
My new favorite word is whenish. As in, “Whenish are we meeting up?” It’s a pre-emptive strike on imprecision. Ha!
Band name freestyles are my favorite pastime.
ffffound.com is still my favorite site.
Irresponsible amounts of coffee is just for today.
WETA is my favorite PBS station.
