Esthetic/Aesthetic

A Week Without Cable

Somehow cable was never installed into my new apartment, which is surprising considering its a live/work space and the previous tenant was a graphic designer, which as far as I know means computers.  I can't imagine anyone going with dial up anymore.  The reason its a pity to not have cable this week, for me, is I don't get to watch all the press for my show that starts officially Thursday, but sneak peeks on Wednesday.  I have been catching up on the past two seasons of the Footballers Wives instead.  I'm so inspired that if I ever get married I'm so going with a Jane Austen theme, or maybe a Herman Melville theme.....

Moving Day

Moving day has come and gone and I'm so happy to be in my new place.  Its so much bigger than I kept thinking it would be, and once all these boxes surrounding me are unpacked and everything is in its own little place, I'm going to really like it here.  The one thing I hadn't thought about before moving here was that since I'm now on the bottom floor, there are people above me, and the sound of feet is very distracting.  I'm sure I'll get used to it, just like any new place.  I got used to the sound of obnoxious bass coming out of the cars waiting for pizza at the last place and I have nothing remotely as annoying as that happening here. 

Yesterday, as I was sitting outside watching the moving truck, a very hip, stylish grandma sat down next to me.   She had spied some Jehovah Witnesses ringing her bell one door over and was going to wait them out.  They were taking their time and we had a lovely chat about churches, politics and most intriguing, my (ex) landlord.  She said that my building has always had a very high turnover rate of tenants.  She knew of my landlord ever since he and his mother had a sandwich shop in the neighborhood years ago.  She also said that the reason the last laundromat people left (I liked the previous ones so much more than the current ones) was because Ed would refuse to pay them because they didn't work enough, according to him.  He would also come in and verbally harass them for not working hard enough.  I said I really hope that karma pays him back someday, and she said that it already has, he has to live with himself. 

Blue Kitchen

It occurred to me that I've painted my apartment my college colors.  Go Bobcats!  Fortunately, I was never one for school spirit, so it doesn't bother me, but it'll bother my brother-in-law who wears a little bit of U of M every day (I'm assuming when he's in his nice clothes that his undies are grey and crimson).

And in other news, the landlord drama hadn't ended.  The lovely lady landlord sent me an email demanding I leave today, Friday, August 31 despite numerous emails AND a certified letter where she was okay with me leaving September 1, Saturday. I re-sent all those emails and  reminded her of the certified letter and have received no response.  I'm assuming the male, neanderthal landlord will be calling me later yelling about me having a lock that he can't get into and that all my things are still here.   

Ronald (AKA Fishface), R.I.P.

I know its nutty, but I loved this little fish.  He was always happy with whatever little time I spent with him and would get very angry when I was too busy to have a little conversation during his breakfast.  The weeks I was home with my Lasik Surgery recovery was the happiest I'd ever seen* him, he got to spend all day and night with me and he was so happy splashing around while I lay nearby sightless.  He was given to me by some very thoughtful friends after I accidentally murdered my prior fish while trying to scoop him out of the water to clean his bowl the night before leaving to go hiking in Yellowstone for the week.  I was heartbroken, of course.  Fish funerals are sad, they deserve better than a toilet flush funeral.   When I got home from Montana there was Ronald waiting for me.  I named him after a little boy who was ahead of me in line after my plane was delayed for 8 hours returning home from Helena.  His mother started every sentence with "Ronald".  "Ronald, stop hitting your sister", "Ronald, stop kicking that old man's luggage", "Ronald, please pull your pants up, nice boys don't run around the airport naked". 

This Ronald lived a whole 2 years almost to the day, which is pretty remarkable for a little blue fish.

"Seen", of course, being a relative term.

Fantastically Better Already!

Its beginning to look like a home instead of a real estate office!

The New Apartment

Looking In

Looking Out

I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking I've gone insane.  But, the possibilities of this place are very exciting.  You have to remember that its being painted (and cleaned).

This yellow, with all my stuff and some creative decorating, this apartment is going to be fun.  There's also a kitchen behind that wall that I'm painting a vibrant blue.  The fluorescent lights are going to be the one main, lingering issue.  The super told me I could ask him to do anything to the apartment, but taking those down was out of the question.   Fine, overhead lights are lame anyways and I've already been scouring Ebay for alternatives.  When I first saw this apartment it reminded me  so much of an old boy/friend's apartment in Gramercy.   He, as well as his apartment, were classically New York and I always envied him for the space he had.   

Too Much to Think About

Between this

and this

my brain doesn't have space for anything else.  September 6th can't come soon enough, by then most of everything will be over and normal life will resume....hopefully.   

Were you at Junior Senior?

I can't hear properly today because last nights show at the Highline Ballroom was super loud and super fun. They were finishing up their US tour in support of their newest album that was released today, but everyone I know has had for over a year (is there any wonder why record companies are tanking?).  Junior Senior is always the funnest, disco/pop-iest, make-you-want-to-dance, evening of the year.  They're so cute they make me want to visit Denmark, although besides Hamlet's castle I'm not sure what there is to see.  I'm not sure what to make of their opening band, Gravy Train, who were clearly more about physical entertainment than any sort of musical ability. This may make me seem old, but I'd rather hear someone sing a comprehensible song than see a 400 pound, speedo clad man take out his testicles and shake them at the audience. 

Were you at the Daft Punk Show?

Of course you were, everyone was in Coney Island last night and it was a great, great time.  It's so rare to go to a concert anymore where you don't walk away hating everyone who stood within 10 feet of you because of their obnoxiousness.  I love seeing shows that people go to to actually enjoy the music rather than just to be seen.  I do have one question, is the throwing of glow sticks the new "sucking on a pacifier/twirling of glow sticks raver dance"?   It seems like a pricey evolution. 

I didn't take pictures, but if you're curious the wonderful Jeremy has some videos from the show in Seattle and, everyone's favorite, Fourfour, has a super mix from the night.  Just imagine your AC as an ocean breeze and you can relive the evening. 

I can't believe Dumbledore and Snape were lovers!

The wait at Book Court only took about an hour to get through after showing up at midnight and waiting in a line that stretched around the corner. 

I even finished reading the whole thing, because I'm just that cool.