Tuesday, April 17, 2007

So Filled With Love

Dulcinea's 100th Monkey

Divasonic (one of my best friends from college)

9 pm, May 20, 2007.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Good bye Kurt Vonnegut. I hope you found a neat way to die. (What a bokononist thing to say)

Thanks for blowing my mind fifteen years ago when I read about how you wrote yourself into your own novel in that jazz bar with the artist guy from Blackbeard in one corner as you continued to write about the fate of Dwayne Hoobler (or was it Kilgore Trout?), who was also in the bar, living as you wrote Breakfast of Champions. Thank you for bringing us Bokononism, Tralfamadorians, and thank you for the Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. Thank you for Billy Pilgrim's epiphanies in time and space.

But mostly, thank you for this:

Friday, April 06, 2007

Moving right along.

So, I've been in a bit of a blogging rut for the last couple of weeks. I believe a great deal of that has to do with the fact that I blew my wad with my last post. Like, it exhausted me. So, how does one follow what I wrote last?


I am not a big purchaser of anything not edible. Meaning, other than the grocery store, I avoid retail shopping like, well, someone who hates spending money. I think as a culture we buy too much crap in order to justify ourselves, prove our stations in life, even if we can't really afford the stuff we buy. Like, there's a lot of credit card debt in this country and I think it's fair to say that it is largely due to people buying stuff they can't afford. And I see this as a bad thing. Get it?

But, like most people with or without enormous credit card debt, I enjoy feeling pride in my home, and honestly during the period last year when The Kid was in the hospital, I neglected my home and the housekeeping and the general upkeep of things around casa soapywater to the point that in January, I got really pissed at my laziness and at myself in general for living in this craphole when I clearly remember falling in love with this condo and being really proud of it, so cleaned the hell out of it one night. Since then, I've been working bit by bit to get things back to normal.

And so, with the windfall of my tax return, I decided to upgrade a bit of my furnishings. See, I had an aesthetic in my home based entirely on what my relatives could provide to me for free at the time I moved in here. It's a design philosophy strictly for function over form. So, let's see. I had an entertainment center which certainly functioned:

A coffee table and end tables so ugly I painted them in a fit from watching too much Trading Spaces and just made them uglier, and in fact they are so incredibly ugly I couldn't bring myself to photograph them. But let's just say this. I painted them Yellow AND Orange.

I know. Damn you Paige Davis!

I also had this lovely dining room table/chairs which was fine for every reason but simply just doesn't fit with my home or my tastes:

And so... This morning at 6:15, to the chagrin of my neighbors, the furniture delivery dudes showed up to give us:

1. A new TV table:

2. A new coffee table and end table:

3. And the piece de resistance, a new kitchen table, which I believe was made to be placed under the light fixture that was a large contributing factor in why I chose to purchase this home in the first place:

Long story short? I'll be spending the weekend making out with my new tables, thank you very much.