living with someone is always tricky. i've had a few roommates in my time - not many, thankfully for both them and me - and most of the time i spent at home was furiously cleaning up after them while i muttered constantly under my breath. i'm sure they were being normal people in terms of neatness and general hygiene, but i enjoy the rituals of unrealistic expectations.
i've lived with boys a few times, also. some were fine, others were less fine. i've made the discovery over the years that the more metro a guy is does not equate to a similarly high level of cleanliness at home. some dudes wear fancy clothes but are unrepentant slobs. living with trevor has been fine so far - he is pretty messy naturally, but pays a lot of attention to what pisses me off and doesn't do repeats. most of the time. it's admirable, actually. if someone told me one of my habits irritated them, i doubt i would spin a 180 that quickly, if at all.
i've always had a very specific set of notions for how things are. both my sister and my parents are bewildered at this 1950s stepford wife mentality and from where it came. some of it is an offshoot of my ultra uptight, stepford wife grandmother. others involve the fact that expensive things should be treated nicely. i have a number of textiles and home accessories that ostensibly cost an arm and a leg, even if i got them for $5. regardless, it all snowballs into an ocd-inspired set of values and procedures, my internal set of guidelines, how things are. you don't wait until the next morning to wash dinner dishes. you fold towels in thirds. you scrub your ears with soap and a washcloth every day. beds have hospital corners, not to mention you always use both types of sheet, plus a blanket, plus a comforter, when you make your bed. the flat sheet cuff is turned over the blanket and pinned in place. sheets and towels are washed every week. anything containing lycra does not go into the dryer. a meal must be accompanied by napkins. you take your shoes off when you step on the bath rug. you don't wear outside clothes on or in bed. it goes on.
as trevor has made many concessions for my sake, i've made a few of my own. hospital corners are completely unrealistic and essentially ensure that i will be kept up all night, with the possibility that trevor will earn a black eye. i don't know if he was frustrated egyptian royalty in his past life, but he has issues with tucked-in sheets and feeling bound. he now gets the flat sheet to himself to do as he pleases; often i wake up and he has fashioned a rather dashing sheet scarf that wraps around his upper section and dangles on the floor. this i do not understand. he apparently believes that comforters are 5-cornered stars, because he pulls only corners towards him, which explains why everything is sideways when i inevitably wake up at 3 am, uncovered and exceedingly irritated. i bash him on the back a few times, then straighten the comforter to proper plane vs. angle positioning. bathroom rugs are for complete fools, especially if they are light colored, or god forbid, white. the first day that my parents arrived, i unpacked a white-patterned bath rug and put it on the floor. about 30 minutes later it was trampled, embedded with leaves and twigs, and shoved into a corner. i repeated the shake-out and straighten for 14 more of these days before giving up, something i rarely do. we do not have bath rugs on the floor. they are clean and folded nicely in thirds in what i like to call the linen area.
i don't know by what miracle of fate or what odds exist, but i have found likely the single person on earth who finds these "quirks" - i.e. how things should be - endlessly amusing and not a problem. it's strange - sometimes i feel that he actually wants to learn how civilized, rigidly unbending people live. it's more puzzling to me that after receiving a few kidney punches in the middle of the night for a crime of which he is not aware, he takes to giggling before falling asleep again. anyway, i don't know but i'll take it.
when i start working, i'm sure my tone will change, since i won't have the leisure time that i do now to ponder the bath rug struggle, or the retirement of hospital corners. i'll probably resort to alternating grumbling with yelling, as i am known to do. we'll see.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
lists
chatting with sherry this morning. the usual ball of creative energy that she is, her questions for me:
normally, i can confidently swat down any suggestions for me to harness my "talent" for anything useful or productive. but every now and then, a little voice - usually named "cyn" or "sherry" - tells me i need to shit or get off the pot. i'm afraid of a couple of things, namely:
the failure thing is a projection, too. i'm overly confident about myself in certain areas, and this is one of them. i fear failure because i probably should, not because i actually do.
anyway, just considering a couple of things for today, namely:
- so have you joined any clubs?
- why don't you get paid to write?
- did you go to the rally?
normally, i can confidently swat down any suggestions for me to harness my "talent" for anything useful or productive. but every now and then, a little voice - usually named "cyn" or "sherry" - tells me i need to shit or get off the pot. i'm afraid of a couple of things, namely:
- whether turning a past time into a job will make me hate it
- failure
the failure thing is a projection, too. i'm overly confident about myself in certain areas, and this is one of them. i fear failure because i probably should, not because i actually do.
anyway, just considering a couple of things for today, namely:
- a new, much less personal blog that i can post on my multitude of social networking site profiles, mention on job applications, or whatnot. looking at the different hosting sites for this one. not because i'm unhappy with blogger, but it'd be nice to see what else is out there.
- the other item i'm pondering is whether i should tell the business world to pound sand and instead start looking for blogs to contribute to and start my own writing shit. i'm crazy unmotivated on this one, but i can't deny this sneaking suspicion that keeps lurking in my noodle that i really actually kind of hate working in an office and having to wear this "aggressive" disguise to be "taken seriously" in the sort of jobs that i attract.
Monday, October 20, 2008
weekend of hiking
i didn't have nearly as terrible a time breathing during our weekend hikes as we thought i would. on friday we drove about 50 minutes to golden gate canyon state park and did a leisurely 4 mile stroll along raccoon trail:
we missed the fall colors peak a few weeks ago, but it was still really pretty. it's nice to take advantage of the time we have as a student and an unemployed person as well as see colorado for the time we'll be here. afterwards we decided to unwind from all of that unspoiled beauty by stopping by boulder for some beers and food, taking a small, 2-lane highway called something like the boulder canyon highway. we had just passed some reservoir when a friggin mountain lion loped out onto the highway, about 5 yards in front of my hood, and continued on to the other side of the road.
not my image... but you know that. pretty, eh?
we were so shocked, i think the only noise i made was ummmmmmmmmmmm.... whooooaaaa... or something to that effect. mountain lions are relatively common in the east bay, but i've never laid eyes on one, and i've certainly never had one run in front of my car. jesus christ that was cool. we still can't stop talking about it. they are bigger in life than i pictured in the dancing cartoon world that is my head.
saturday we decided we needed to see more mountain lions, and drove about 2 hours to rocky mountain national park. as warned, this joint is fucking busy on weekends so we had to check a couple of alternatives before landing on the bierstadt lake option, and then hiking down to bear lake. no bears, sadly. or fortunately, if you're smarter than me.
that hike was pretty long, about 7-8 miles, and after the five hours were over, i was ready for a huge amount of food and a hot tub. hiking is fun because you can eat about 4-5 meals in a day, and you can include those salt and pepper kettle chips without feeling bad about them. the scenery can be nice, too.
view from the top of the 1 mile of switchbacks right after the trailhead
bierstadt lake
a lot of the trail was this idyllic, foresty shit. nice.
we didn't see any more mountain lions, but we did see little twerpy things like a chipmunk, and this little thing -
which trevor claims is a chipmunk despite the fact that we actually saw a chipmunk and it was normal and stripey looking. i maintain that this is some sort of alpine squirrel. but anyway, they're ballsy little fuckers, but i guess you have to be if you live at 10,000 ft. and are the size of a holiday cheese ball.
for these hikes, i broke out my only piece of fleece wear, in the form of pants. pants that flood, too.
hungry human species in native fleece wear
applause. yes, i know, i really need to shoot down to my nearest patagonia and rectify the lack of fleece in order to fit in here, but i'm putting it off as long as possible. to be fair, the few coloradoans that i have actually met weren't wearing fleece... just football jerseys. this town is filled with avid sports fans to the point where i definitely stick out for my sports ambivilance. but that's another post altogether.
we missed the fall colors peak a few weeks ago, but it was still really pretty. it's nice to take advantage of the time we have as a student and an unemployed person as well as see colorado for the time we'll be here. afterwards we decided to unwind from all of that unspoiled beauty by stopping by boulder for some beers and food, taking a small, 2-lane highway called something like the boulder canyon highway. we had just passed some reservoir when a friggin mountain lion loped out onto the highway, about 5 yards in front of my hood, and continued on to the other side of the road.
not my image... but you know that. pretty, eh?
we were so shocked, i think the only noise i made was ummmmmmmmmmmm.... whooooaaaa... or something to that effect. mountain lions are relatively common in the east bay, but i've never laid eyes on one, and i've certainly never had one run in front of my car. jesus christ that was cool. we still can't stop talking about it. they are bigger in life than i pictured in the dancing cartoon world that is my head.
saturday we decided we needed to see more mountain lions, and drove about 2 hours to rocky mountain national park. as warned, this joint is fucking busy on weekends so we had to check a couple of alternatives before landing on the bierstadt lake option, and then hiking down to bear lake. no bears, sadly. or fortunately, if you're smarter than me.
that hike was pretty long, about 7-8 miles, and after the five hours were over, i was ready for a huge amount of food and a hot tub. hiking is fun because you can eat about 4-5 meals in a day, and you can include those salt and pepper kettle chips without feeling bad about them. the scenery can be nice, too.
view from the top of the 1 mile of switchbacks right after the trailhead
bierstadt lake
a lot of the trail was this idyllic, foresty shit. nice.
we didn't see any more mountain lions, but we did see little twerpy things like a chipmunk, and this little thing -
which trevor claims is a chipmunk despite the fact that we actually saw a chipmunk and it was normal and stripey looking. i maintain that this is some sort of alpine squirrel. but anyway, they're ballsy little fuckers, but i guess you have to be if you live at 10,000 ft. and are the size of a holiday cheese ball.
for these hikes, i broke out my only piece of fleece wear, in the form of pants. pants that flood, too.
hungry human species in native fleece wear
applause. yes, i know, i really need to shoot down to my nearest patagonia and rectify the lack of fleece in order to fit in here, but i'm putting it off as long as possible. to be fair, the few coloradoans that i have actually met weren't wearing fleece... just football jerseys. this town is filled with avid sports fans to the point where i definitely stick out for my sports ambivilance. but that's another post altogether.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
our apartment
let's get down to business. despite the fact that i am not yet employed and trevor is in school, it continues to deeply bother me that we still have our tv / vcr / dvd craps on the floor, and that we are sitting on a red futon that is actually broken besides being very ugly.
yesterday i took the second step towards civilization by ordering this:
from west elm. yes, i used to work for the company that owns this brand. anyway.
i bought the one in the front - as it was the one on sale - with the idea that we will put our old 25" tube tv on it, with components to the side. it is not a media stand in any way, mostly because it is a shade too tall for the idea tv height, about which i don't give a shit. i care that it will give our electronics a home, plus i can put the cable modem and wireless router and all that other crap a place to live that is NOT a stack of old new yorkers on the floor. and have some cubbies to spare for some of my own shit, since trevor has DOMINATED the shelves in the living room with such worthless titles as, if it pleases the court, civil procedure, and administrative law. i had to bully him into a 18" space for my cookbooks and a framed photo of a japanese horse. don't ask.
i dragged trevor to the brick and mortar store yesterday to see if the 'rolling storage' is strong enough to support a heavy-ass tv, and we think it is. unfortunately, this version on sale is not available at the store, so i had to blow an additional $54 on shipping surcharges and the shipping itself. i try not to be bitter because i know for a fact that companies - concerning furniture - do not make money on shipping. they usually lose money. but shipping sure is damn expensive when you don't have a 40% discount on everything any more.
i digress.
of all of the unexplainable forces in nature, denver does not have an ikea. the entire fucking state of colorado doesn't have one .utah has a goddamned ikea and colorado does not. i really don't know where to begin on that one so i won't, but suffice to say it's an incredible bitch. say what you will about ikea, but it really is the place to go for people on an incredibly tight budget. anyway, so i have to be creative and open-minded about things. we went to this horrific store called american furniture shithole warehouse for a cheap couch and ended up fleeing in horror. trevor couldn't identify what exactly he found wrong about the place, just that it was filled with ugly and scary things: "why is that leather couch two-toned?" "wow, they make couches in turquoise pleather?" "are those CUP HOLDERS built into a couch?" and etc. you COULD purchase a sofa for around $300, but, as i pointed out, you would then want to shoot yourself in the head every time you came home and saw it. so, we ruled out daily suicide and continue to sit on the red futon monster. it does make your ass fall asleep after an hour, but it was free and from a reliable source - thanks, fagas! - and, what's more, it was already sitting in the living room when i arrived.
on a random note, when i first arrived here in d-town and started shopping around for home decor ideas - as i will do even though i have no job - i discovered that west elm has knocked off the niche modern lights that i (and the rest of the world) love:
each of these babies costs about $1000, so i guess i see why, but i won't do it. i will wait until i can afford the real deal. those and one of the george nelson bubble lamps... one day.
yesterday i took the second step towards civilization by ordering this:
from west elm. yes, i used to work for the company that owns this brand. anyway.
i bought the one in the front - as it was the one on sale - with the idea that we will put our old 25" tube tv on it, with components to the side. it is not a media stand in any way, mostly because it is a shade too tall for the idea tv height, about which i don't give a shit. i care that it will give our electronics a home, plus i can put the cable modem and wireless router and all that other crap a place to live that is NOT a stack of old new yorkers on the floor. and have some cubbies to spare for some of my own shit, since trevor has DOMINATED the shelves in the living room with such worthless titles as, if it pleases the court, civil procedure, and administrative law. i had to bully him into a 18" space for my cookbooks and a framed photo of a japanese horse. don't ask.
i dragged trevor to the brick and mortar store yesterday to see if the 'rolling storage' is strong enough to support a heavy-ass tv, and we think it is. unfortunately, this version on sale is not available at the store, so i had to blow an additional $54 on shipping surcharges and the shipping itself. i try not to be bitter because i know for a fact that companies - concerning furniture - do not make money on shipping. they usually lose money. but shipping sure is damn expensive when you don't have a 40% discount on everything any more.
i digress.
of all of the unexplainable forces in nature, denver does not have an ikea. the entire fucking state of colorado doesn't have one .utah has a goddamned ikea and colorado does not. i really don't know where to begin on that one so i won't, but suffice to say it's an incredible bitch. say what you will about ikea, but it really is the place to go for people on an incredibly tight budget. anyway, so i have to be creative and open-minded about things. we went to this horrific store called american furniture
on a random note, when i first arrived here in d-town and started shopping around for home decor ideas - as i will do even though i have no job - i discovered that west elm has knocked off the niche modern lights that i (and the rest of the world) love:
each of these babies costs about $1000, so i guess i see why, but i won't do it. i will wait until i can afford the real deal. those and one of the george nelson bubble lamps... one day.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
cold snap
oops. i guess my last post seemed pretty bummed and i may have mildly alarmed some folks out there. compounded by my jokingly sulky pics on facebook. not to worry, i'm doing just fine. one day of boredom and loneliness (a couple of hours, really) is bound to happen when moving to a brand-new city, no?
my sister called yesterday to check in and was sad to learn that i am living without cable, even. that's right, we have rabbit ears on top of a vcr that sits on the floor next to our tv. i've been spending my days on the internet (countless hours), emailing and reading celebrity trash blogs and the ny times. i'm three days and two classes into my free week of yoga at a great studio nearby, which has made me feel immensely better about things. trev and i are looking into bikes for me before the weather gets too cold. i test rode a couple of treks last week and although i should afford this one, i really want to afford this other one. of course i test rode both and why test drive the bmw when you can only afford a pinata? don't ask. i just had to know how it felt.
i've also been cooking a lot. doing quite well considering the lack of affordable produce compared to california. stuffed yellow zucchini? check. roast chicken with garlic and lemon and thyme? check. vegetable soup and baked butternut squash? check and check. tonight i'm enjoying the pedestrian delight known as a baked potato stuffed with broccoli and pecorino tuscano. it's yummy and simultaneously giving me lsd flashbacks. (long story.) trev and i had a huge vietnamese feast for lunch, which i topped off with a 5:30 tea time of jamon serrano and havarti on crackers. yes, i am not suffering for eats here.
anyway, talk soon. blogger has a scheduled outage in 2.
my sister called yesterday to check in and was sad to learn that i am living without cable, even. that's right, we have rabbit ears on top of a vcr that sits on the floor next to our tv. i've been spending my days on the internet (countless hours), emailing and reading celebrity trash blogs and the ny times. i'm three days and two classes into my free week of yoga at a great studio nearby, which has made me feel immensely better about things. trev and i are looking into bikes for me before the weather gets too cold. i test rode a couple of treks last week and although i should afford this one, i really want to afford this other one. of course i test rode both and why test drive the bmw when you can only afford a pinata? don't ask. i just had to know how it felt.
i've also been cooking a lot. doing quite well considering the lack of affordable produce compared to california. stuffed yellow zucchini? check. roast chicken with garlic and lemon and thyme? check. vegetable soup and baked butternut squash? check and check. tonight i'm enjoying the pedestrian delight known as a baked potato stuffed with broccoli and pecorino tuscano. it's yummy and simultaneously giving me lsd flashbacks. (long story.) trev and i had a huge vietnamese feast for lunch, which i topped off with a 5:30 tea time of jamon serrano and havarti on crackers. yes, i am not suffering for eats here.
anyway, talk soon. blogger has a scheduled outage in 2.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
dark room
never mind the beetlejuice reference, but my whole life is a dark room. ok not really, but i do spend an awful lot of time butt-down on our ugly red hand-me-down futon in the living room, which is damned dark as rooms go. it's a rainy saturday afternoon and i'm taking stock of my sitch. not nearly as melodramatic as it sounds, fortunately. trevor just left for the bars to meet with one of his friends who has called at least 5 times since i arrived to hang out, and whom he has turned down each time. we agreed that it was time to show his face. ideally i would have been sunshine cheerleader and cried out, 'YES! that's exactly what i want to do, babe! let me go put on my face and grease up my hair so i can sit on my can in some rank-smelling dive spending $4 per beer to pour into my inert listless body!'
predictably, i instead opted to give him the silent treatment until he tried that tres annoying tactic of cheerfully suggesting wholesome activities i could engage in while he was racking up a bar tab. oh no. i told him not to bring up yoga in all of its sacredness just to assuage his guilt. if i felt like sulking, bored out of my mind, in a dark room, listening to gen y suicide-inducing grunge tracks while cruising dog-rescue sites, i will do just that. if i want to drive myself to cherry creek mall to inhale the smell of commerce (no, not in the morning, but you already knew i was heading towards that mallrats reference), then i will do that. if i felt like going and twisting myself into a pretzel, i would do that, as well, but i sure as hell don't need captain america to suggest that shit to me. i'm alone in a strange city where i know no one but the eternally reliant person i am directing my insults towards. i will be sulky if i fucking feel like it.
thankfully, trevor is acres more cool than i am - i just make up for it by being articulate and clever, and he overlooks the bitchy part, what a good deal - and feels guilty and bad for ditching me for a bar, which fulfills my goal of making him feel shitty for abandoning my ass on a rainy saturday, while i secretly distract him from my outrageous childishness by stating all of the above out loud. cleverly, of course. (it's really funny and somewhat sad and terrible how well this tactic works to detract from your less-than-perfect personality.) anyway, i send him on his way amidst promises of text messages from bar stools while hanging out with people who wear patagonia fleece and crocs. ok, ok, the patagonia fleece is just a guess, i've never met these people, but i know about the crocs for sure, and that's worse than the fleece. they sound very nice, but i'm just not in the mood to hide the horror in my eyes when i see their outfits.
i need some friends. i need them so badly that i am too emotionally immobilized to contact the friends that i do have. what a conundrum. anyway, all my lazy bitches over there spread across a couple of continents do is read my blog for updates, anyway. it's a one-way valve, this blogisphere. alright, i guess that's not fair. i do get comments now and then. those are nice. i'll stop feeling cynical and somewhat sorry for myself. i knew what i was getting myself into.
on another note, isn't it a BITCH that knowing what kind of shit you're headed towards does absolutely nothing to temper the shittiness level? shouldn't recognition count for something? all it really does is make me look out at the pine tree next to my window and think, 'for fuck's sake! this really does suck as much as i thought it would!' i wish i could be a habitual drinker or dope smoker to sort of complete the pathetic-ness of the picture, but i never really took to either very well. free-flow at launch parties is another thing altogether. drinks go down so much more nicely when you're in heels.
trevor and i mention every once in a while (translation: daily) what we miss about china. trevor, being the fob that he is, misses not only his friends, but china itself, its language and surroundings. (i know what you're thinking - what surroundings are those?) i don't miss stupid china at all, but i miss my friends. i miss having a group of people around me full of ideas and energy who always have something interesting up their sleeves. maybe new york is different, but where i'm from and where i currently am don't have that same dynamic. there is something about being a transplant and needing to get something out of being in a foreign place. the fuel of temporariness, i suppose.
otherwise, things are going well as expected. i actually am not being as much of a brat as i was today. i've been making some damn saucy dinners, too. and yet, i don't feel like the brat description is accurate, really. it's not horrible to me that i don't feel obligated to go out and be in some stank bar in the middle of the day for the sake of getting out of the house. i really don't begrudge trevor ditching my ass (i just like the ring of the phrase) to sit in a bar with croc-wearing friends. it's just that the reality of it is that i am essentially in a city with no friends and no family. the one person i do know is great and supportive and fair and sunshiney to the point of needing a xanax, but i require more than one person on earth to keep me stimulated and happy, and more than one location, and more than one task. it's just how shit be.
predictably, i instead opted to give him the silent treatment until he tried that tres annoying tactic of cheerfully suggesting wholesome activities i could engage in while he was racking up a bar tab. oh no. i told him not to bring up yoga in all of its sacredness just to assuage his guilt. if i felt like sulking, bored out of my mind, in a dark room, listening to gen y suicide-inducing grunge tracks while cruising dog-rescue sites, i will do just that. if i want to drive myself to cherry creek mall to inhale the smell of commerce (no, not in the morning, but you already knew i was heading towards that mallrats reference), then i will do that. if i felt like going and twisting myself into a pretzel, i would do that, as well, but i sure as hell don't need captain america to suggest that shit to me. i'm alone in a strange city where i know no one but the eternally reliant person i am directing my insults towards. i will be sulky if i fucking feel like it.
thankfully, trevor is acres more cool than i am - i just make up for it by being articulate and clever, and he overlooks the bitchy part, what a good deal - and feels guilty and bad for ditching me for a bar, which fulfills my goal of making him feel shitty for abandoning my ass on a rainy saturday, while i secretly distract him from my outrageous childishness by stating all of the above out loud. cleverly, of course. (it's really funny and somewhat sad and terrible how well this tactic works to detract from your less-than-perfect personality.) anyway, i send him on his way amidst promises of text messages from bar stools while hanging out with people who wear patagonia fleece and crocs. ok, ok, the patagonia fleece is just a guess, i've never met these people, but i know about the crocs for sure, and that's worse than the fleece. they sound very nice, but i'm just not in the mood to hide the horror in my eyes when i see their outfits.
i need some friends. i need them so badly that i am too emotionally immobilized to contact the friends that i do have. what a conundrum. anyway, all my lazy bitches over there spread across a couple of continents do is read my blog for updates, anyway. it's a one-way valve, this blogisphere. alright, i guess that's not fair. i do get comments now and then. those are nice. i'll stop feeling cynical and somewhat sorry for myself. i knew what i was getting myself into.
on another note, isn't it a BITCH that knowing what kind of shit you're headed towards does absolutely nothing to temper the shittiness level? shouldn't recognition count for something? all it really does is make me look out at the pine tree next to my window and think, 'for fuck's sake! this really does suck as much as i thought it would!' i wish i could be a habitual drinker or dope smoker to sort of complete the pathetic-ness of the picture, but i never really took to either very well. free-flow at launch parties is another thing altogether. drinks go down so much more nicely when you're in heels.
trevor and i mention every once in a while (translation: daily) what we miss about china. trevor, being the fob that he is, misses not only his friends, but china itself, its language and surroundings. (i know what you're thinking - what surroundings are those?) i don't miss stupid china at all, but i miss my friends. i miss having a group of people around me full of ideas and energy who always have something interesting up their sleeves. maybe new york is different, but where i'm from and where i currently am don't have that same dynamic. there is something about being a transplant and needing to get something out of being in a foreign place. the fuel of temporariness, i suppose.
otherwise, things are going well as expected. i actually am not being as much of a brat as i was today. i've been making some damn saucy dinners, too. and yet, i don't feel like the brat description is accurate, really. it's not horrible to me that i don't feel obligated to go out and be in some stank bar in the middle of the day for the sake of getting out of the house. i really don't begrudge trevor ditching my ass (i just like the ring of the phrase) to sit in a bar with croc-wearing friends. it's just that the reality of it is that i am essentially in a city with no friends and no family. the one person i do know is great and supportive and fair and sunshiney to the point of needing a xanax, but i require more than one person on earth to keep me stimulated and happy, and more than one location, and more than one task. it's just how shit be.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
halftime
kimchi ramen in an unfamiliar place restores faith in mankind. makes the scary and new a little less threatening. granted, colfax avenue's got nothing on the haight - or downtown oakland, for that matter - in terms of sketchiness, so i shouldn't be weirded. safe and benign is supposed to be good, right? is it wrong to feel reassured to see a crack ho wandering down the street? and double points if she's not white?
the apartment is working out - it's a building that was constructed in the 1920s, and some things are still original. like the kitchen sink. and the tile in the bathroom, which i actually like. i'm managed to cram my clothes into the bedroom closet plus half the hand-me-down wardobe, plus outerwear and sporting equipment in the front closet where trevor has his more modest accumulation of clothes. i bought shoe racks and a hamper at the container store. a mattress pad at bed bath + beyond. i am adjusting to being in the states, i think. slowly.
the co-habitation thing i am taking a day at a time. i think it's going well, never mind the nearly-lost house keys yesterday, and the door left open and unlocked while we were out. i have to get used to the fact that not everyone - ahem - is as obsessed with checking that the housekeys are still on their person as i am. and that the door is indeed not only closed, but locked. right? erm... right...
anyway, i've been watching more football than i've ever watched in my life, and beer has become a food group. sigh. i've only been here a week.
the apartment is working out - it's a building that was constructed in the 1920s, and some things are still original. like the kitchen sink. and the tile in the bathroom, which i actually like. i'm managed to cram my clothes into the bedroom closet plus half the hand-me-down wardobe, plus outerwear and sporting equipment in the front closet where trevor has his more modest accumulation of clothes. i bought shoe racks and a hamper at the container store. a mattress pad at bed bath + beyond. i am adjusting to being in the states, i think. slowly.
the co-habitation thing i am taking a day at a time. i think it's going well, never mind the nearly-lost house keys yesterday, and the door left open and unlocked while we were out. i have to get used to the fact that not everyone - ahem - is as obsessed with checking that the housekeys are still on their person as i am. and that the door is indeed not only closed, but locked. right? erm... right...
anyway, i've been watching more football than i've ever watched in my life, and beer has become a food group. sigh. i've only been here a week.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
up and at 'em
morning after super 8 motel in winnemucca, nv
salt flats approaching salt lake city, ut
mormon temple, salt lake city, ut
pretty fall colors driving through wyoming
well, we're here! setting up the place and such. tv still on the floor, but at least our bed is in place and we're getting there.
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