it’s a little late for this final conclusion, but we found a place and we’ve begun to move things in. We lack all kinds of furniture and it’s dusty, but I see potential. More photos as we settle in.
I received a gift of homegrown avocados last week and they finally looked ripe enough to eat. Mine were wee little things, no bigger than if a ping pong ball had dressed up like an avocado for halloween. So I cut it open and I see that the seed has already opened and sent out one pioneering little root. It had wrapped around itself twice and when it fell out of the fruit the root looked like a little spring.
As I cut up half the avocado, I kept thinking the little seed looked like a tiny spaceship or an adventuring nut, maybe something James might have encountered in the giant peach. It looked so alive to me, unlike the silent stillbirth kind of seeds from avocados in grocery stores.
I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away, so I decided to plant it. And then I thought, well, I’ve basically eaten half it’s store of fuel, it’ll never grow up. I debated for a lot longer than I should have about planting the seed rocket with the remaining half of the avocado flesh before I decided I would do it in honor of new beginnings and the unofficial start of summer.
All I had was a used plastic spoon to dig a little hole. The spoon snapped at about 2 inches in, so I just dropped the little guy in and covered him up.
I felt like a little bit of poetry would be fitting, but then I started to feel self-conscious so I headed back inside.
my notes: carpet looks like monsters
So we’re apartment hunting now, and it is quite the adventure. I don’t want to jinx anything, but there might just be a place for us in Long Beach.
Cheapass thoroughly checks all closets.
We’re looking in Belmont Shores and Heights, we want month-to-month, 2 bedrooms, dog-friendly, parking, on-site laundry, relatively free of undergrads, all for about $1400.
plain ugly.
awesome ugly!
These are pics of the top 2 contenders. I won’t tell you which is which just yet, but it was hard to take good pics of either apt.
Cheapass must be lucky; if things go well and we’re able to put a deposit down on the place this week, it will be the 2nd time he found a decent apt in just one day of searching. I’ve got really rough sketches of floor plans, I’ll post those later.
maybe I am just at that perfectly emostalgic place, but MAN do I miss my college days. I miss my Smith friends and I miss my Smith dorm room (ah Ziskind!) and I miss speed-walking to class all over campus.
I am a cocky asshole, and I really miss feeling like I was surrounded by people better, smarter, faster, funnier than me.
Fob friend Chud told me he and his friends went to have Red Lobster in Inglewood and felt pretty uncomfortable, so they were glad to leave and head to their next destination … “You know that place? Lots of black people? Hampton?”
(Compton.)
I forgot my phone at work and am kind of fuming at the mandated alone time. I am very attached to my phone. I do not even have an alarm outside of the phone. I also did not exactly have a day full of unicorns and skittles at work.
If I did not hate to have so many appliances, I would want to immediately drive to Target to get a alarm clock (with MP3 playing capabilities, radio, and 2 alarms) and a landline (don’t need it to be technologically advanced). And while I’m at it I would also like a real shoe rack and a book shelf.
Hrumph.
she’ll be here through Sunday. I just typed this with my middle fingers. hahahaha
Fritos and I are going to Solvang in a couple weeks and in the spirit of adventure, I wikipedia’d Solvang and was delighted to see this lovely photo of fob in action.
haha and ha ha ha.
Edit: Sadly, our Solvang adventure did not happen. We were told by just about everyone that it was lame. I sort of love lame and kitschy things, but I guess it is more of a day trip kind of thing and I really wasn’t feeling up to the drive. So we’ll save it for another day.
In my excitement for the adventure, I sent Fritos a tiny letter from Lea Redmond of Leafcutter Designs’ World’s Smallest Postal Service about our impending trip to Solvang. The letter was cuteness and teeny-tiny. I didn’t take any pictures of the one I sent Fritos because the pictures on the website are much more alluring. Mine was not handwritten and all the text of the letter was in the top third of the page. I would suggest trying to see Lea Redmond in person in her tours of the Bay Area.
Asherton in avocado
I’ve mentioned the scarf I made for Fritos from Smariek’s Asherton pattern, so here’s a crappy cell phone pic of it. I really enjoyed working this pattern. It’s cheesy, but it literally flew off my knitting needles. This is the first project I blocked, and though it wasn’t as dramatic as I gather it would have been with a lace project, I don’t think I’ll ever skip this step again.
A couple other projects are underway: a shawl for my mom, possibly with a trial run; 75% done with Domo Kun doll for Cheapass (ah, love!); and a fancy-schmancy journalism school scarf for Mochi.
I knit so much with weekend, my thumb is sore today.
What: Friendoffriend band Intricate Machines
Where: Mountain Bar (door person: RIGHT WRIST! RIGHT WRIST!!!)
When: Last Wednesday night
With: Friend Mochi
Well? well, first of all, I basically hate everyone, but I especially hate you people who “dance like no one is watching!” Bitches, *I* am watching and I am judging your lily white asses. Face it, your people were not meant to dance in public. Accept it and move on. I hate you. Also, I hate you even more when you dance in front. I don’t like being subjected to that. There was one bitch who was awkwardly flailing her arms so closely to one of the guys that I was afraid she’d accidentally sock him with her skinny indie arm and knock him out and then blame it on jazz and those tight jeans that are so popular right now.
That aside, the room IM played in really did not do them justice. It was like a shoebox but with sticky floors. You could tell the balance was all off, but the guys just kept going and played their whole set. Charming! I recognize that their musical style isn’t one I’m used to, and I also admit that I enjoy my music dumbed down, processed and packaged nicely for me. I did recognize that as a band, they were working together to put out a particular sound, but also that I didn’t really hear it. Reminded me of Ira Glass on art (youtube this) and how difficult it is to reconcile your artistic taste with what you’re producing.
When you’re starting out, you’re the whole stinky fish, all scaly and slimy and basically inedible. You work at it and eventually the scales come off, the guts come out, you learn to control the stink and then you just bring the fillet to the table. Most people like the fillet because it’s easier. When enough people have enjoyed the fillet, you get to show a little of the original whole fish, but it’s usually an entirely different fish than the one you started out as.
Not sure where I’m going with that, but I’m glad Mochi dragged me out, and now I want a sandwich.
