An inconvenience of my recent move is that now I have only one pen. This one: It’s absurd and inconvenient. But I hesitate to buy any more since ordinarily I am drowning in pens. A poetic moment: O Life! O Pens!
Archive for January, 2008
Somehow everything was damp even after being run through the dryer twice and also smelled like Ben Gay. I wasn’t too excited.
Good: Gorgonzola that tastes like Gorgonzola Bad: Wine that tastes like Gorgonzola
The 3 month saga ends. Last night I found this book buried under a pile of crap on the bottom bookshelf. Somewhere, a librarian stopped crying, and I saved $40.
It reminds me of something you’d see in a low-priced London B&B. It has its own magic, and its own special odor. Actually, it doesn’t even smell that bad. $25. You can’t argue with that.
Today me and Sarah hung this show. (SARAH AND I!!!) I came up with the asymmetrical arrangement for the pieces, and I think it looks pretty nice. But I could easily be wrong, and it could look totally amateurish, since I’ve never really hung a show before. The show’s in 2 display cases facing each [...]
This evening, for some inexplicable reason, I decided to clean the pantry. Well, I call it a pantry, but it’s more of a general trash pit. And while doing so I discovered a can of biscuits that I put in there accidentally. I know I did this yesterday, because yesterday was the only time in [...]
Look what arrived in the mail today: Let’s check it out. Update: I have to say I really enjoy the self-effacing humor in some of the lyrics.
Oven roasted vegetable and gorgonzola quiche: This is another recipe adapted from the basic one in the French cookbook I got for Christmas. That one has bacon, but I just wasn’t feeling bacony. Haven’t tasted it yet but it looks better than any other quiche I have ever made. I wonder if the secret to [...]
I can’t say I love the snow. I mean, I do think it’s pretty but I dislike being housebound, especially housebound with wet shoes and pant legs. Hence the 4WD vehicle which allows me to drive slowly around the treacherous, unplowed roads: We got 4 or 5 inches today and I cleaned off the truck [...]
I made some conversational groupings with the furniture down at the studio: And I also set this chair against the wall, where it belongs. Perhaps someone would like to curl up here with a good book: And here is a gorgeous end table made from a pastel toilet and a piece of plexiglas: That’s what [...]
The heater has spontaneously started showing a noticeable effect in here. I am comfortable without several layers of fleece with a huge sweater on top. Warm, even. It’s a miracle. Of course it seems like the minute I write this the heater will go ahead and break entirely. There are those who probably yearn to [...]
Like many men, I have an under-appreciated, yet forward-thinking, taste in interior fashions. Observe my bookends:
I have nothing to say about these paintings. Perhaps I will just ramble. It’s pretty late, and it smells strange in here. Sort of an odd mix of turpentine, coq au vin, the neighbor’s body odor and the other neighbor’s chain smoking. Also, my sweatshirt chose today to become misshapen and strangely shrunken so it [...]
Her: Are you kissing your bicep? Me: No. I’m wiping the pus from my cold sore on my sleeve.
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