Tedious Minutae Theatre
May. 20th, 2006 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
roadrunnertwiceWell, plus pictures.
1.
Spring is here, and she brought with her a never-ending stream of people with a burning desire to do sketchy-ass shit in my backyard (AKA the abandoned Great Lakes Transitional Care Center) at all hours. Vagrants, schizophrenics, skate punks (well, no, I actually like the skate punks; all they do is skate), weak-skilled graffiti artistes, SSCO officers, Hennepin County Sheriffs—everyone wants a piece of this shit. This all started one morning when I looked up from my oatmeal to see two guys spraying red paint on the inside of one of the upper windows of the joint,* and it just kind of ramped up from there. Today, the squirrels finally decided to follow the lead of their larger brethren, spending the morning doing something totally incomprehensible and vaguely sinister that involved crawling around inside the outer wall of that carport.
Hope that worked out well for 'em, whatever the hell it was.
2.
Thanks for the mounting hardware for that headlamp, mom! Unfortunately, I parked the bike outside last night without first removing the lamp, and someone stole it right off my handlebars, along with the four rechargable batteries inside it. I now hate everyone. >:( ANYWAY, I still have the mount, so maybe I'll buy an identical lamp and be able to switch it between two bikes without moving the hardware around.
3.
On the other hand, my apartment is now almost completely furnished! The only conspicuous absence now is a futon, and I'm buying a nice pretty wooden frame (some assembly required) for $50 from some woman who answered my ad on Craigslist. Here are some pictures of stuff.
Table: Free. Desk: Free. White chair: Free. Poster: Bitchin'.
Hell yes, man. This desk is love. Though, uh, typing on it for long periods kind of requires me to put my feet on a phone book. Because I'm kind of short. Note also that there is no huge pile of luggage and cardboard boxes, because it's all down in my big locker in the basement now.
And of course, my favoriteist screensaver in the whole wide world. I dunno, man, for some reason I just do not get tired of xscreensaver-phosphor.
I put up some posters. A lot, actually. Oh, and that cinderblock shelf was totally salvaged from the alleyway. Pardon the clutter.
Posters everywhere, yup. And I've been slowly putting up my postcards and photos, too. Oh, and I hung this up:
Bookcases! 12.75 each! For the first time in probably my whole life, I have MORE than enough storage space for books and music. FOR NOW. Oh, and dig that Soviet Realist rendition of the Twin Cities light rail. (Free!)
Right, so I found this filing cabinet in the alley? Then I cleaned it up and put it in the kitchen, because it's easier to choose spices out of a drawer than out of a cupboard.
What does the third drawer contain? Well... files.
Speaking of the kitchen:
One liter yerba maté, one liter dragonwell, cooling for the pitcher.
4.
As I was biking way south into the not-quite-suburbs around 50th st., I saw that garage sale season was finally here in earnest, with the star attraction being a complex of sales in the Carag neighborhood. (They give you a map.) Even though everyone knows the best deals are out on Thursday and Friday, my garage sale radar was pinging—someone out there had something I really wanted, and was going to sell it to me for some criminally low price, but my sixth sense isn't so developed that I could tell what in the hell it was going to be. (I still suspect that Mom used to be able to. I swear there were days where she went out there secure in the knowledge that there was a food dehydrator with her name on it.) So I cruised. Anyway, it turns out that what set off the radar was mostly a popcorn air-popper in pristine condition (one dallah) and partly a coffee grinder (fifty cents—they'd decided to grind some cloves in it at some point, so the lid was a little bit sandblasted. Don't get clove oil on your plastics, kids!). I also scared up some books I'd been casually meaning to read: William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, Dorothy Sayers' The Five Red Herrings (pre-Harriet, but post-Unnatural Death—I think it might be the one where they found the Cattery), Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, and Aimee Bender's An Invisible Sign of My Own.
5.
Melanin season is also in full swing.
_____
* And then I put on some pants.
1.
Spring is here, and she brought with her a never-ending stream of people with a burning desire to do sketchy-ass shit in my backyard (AKA the abandoned Great Lakes Transitional Care Center) at all hours. Vagrants, schizophrenics, skate punks (well, no, I actually like the skate punks; all they do is skate), weak-skilled graffiti artistes, SSCO officers, Hennepin County Sheriffs—everyone wants a piece of this shit. This all started one morning when I looked up from my oatmeal to see two guys spraying red paint on the inside of one of the upper windows of the joint,* and it just kind of ramped up from there. Today, the squirrels finally decided to follow the lead of their larger brethren, spending the morning doing something totally incomprehensible and vaguely sinister that involved crawling around inside the outer wall of that carport.
Hope that worked out well for 'em, whatever the hell it was.
2.
Thanks for the mounting hardware for that headlamp, mom! Unfortunately, I parked the bike outside last night without first removing the lamp, and someone stole it right off my handlebars, along with the four rechargable batteries inside it. I now hate everyone. >:( ANYWAY, I still have the mount, so maybe I'll buy an identical lamp and be able to switch it between two bikes without moving the hardware around.
3.
On the other hand, my apartment is now almost completely furnished! The only conspicuous absence now is a futon, and I'm buying a nice pretty wooden frame (some assembly required) for $50 from some woman who answered my ad on Craigslist. Here are some pictures of stuff.
Table: Free. Desk: Free. White chair: Free. Poster: Bitchin'.
Hell yes, man. This desk is love. Though, uh, typing on it for long periods kind of requires me to put my feet on a phone book. Because I'm kind of short. Note also that there is no huge pile of luggage and cardboard boxes, because it's all down in my big locker in the basement now.
And of course, my favoriteist screensaver in the whole wide world. I dunno, man, for some reason I just do not get tired of xscreensaver-phosphor.
I put up some posters. A lot, actually. Oh, and that cinderblock shelf was totally salvaged from the alleyway. Pardon the clutter.
Posters everywhere, yup. And I've been slowly putting up my postcards and photos, too. Oh, and I hung this up:
Bookcases! 12.75 each! For the first time in probably my whole life, I have MORE than enough storage space for books and music. FOR NOW. Oh, and dig that Soviet Realist rendition of the Twin Cities light rail. (Free!)
Right, so I found this filing cabinet in the alley? Then I cleaned it up and put it in the kitchen, because it's easier to choose spices out of a drawer than out of a cupboard.
What does the third drawer contain? Well... files.
Speaking of the kitchen:
One liter yerba maté, one liter dragonwell, cooling for the pitcher.
4.
As I was biking way south into the not-quite-suburbs around 50th st., I saw that garage sale season was finally here in earnest, with the star attraction being a complex of sales in the Carag neighborhood. (They give you a map.) Even though everyone knows the best deals are out on Thursday and Friday, my garage sale radar was pinging—someone out there had something I really wanted, and was going to sell it to me for some criminally low price, but my sixth sense isn't so developed that I could tell what in the hell it was going to be. (I still suspect that Mom used to be able to. I swear there were days where she went out there secure in the knowledge that there was a food dehydrator with her name on it.) So I cruised. Anyway, it turns out that what set off the radar was mostly a popcorn air-popper in pristine condition (one dallah) and partly a coffee grinder (fifty cents—they'd decided to grind some cloves in it at some point, so the lid was a little bit sandblasted. Don't get clove oil on your plastics, kids!). I also scared up some books I'd been casually meaning to read: William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, Dorothy Sayers' The Five Red Herrings (pre-Harriet, but post-Unnatural Death—I think it might be the one where they found the Cattery), Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, and Aimee Bender's An Invisible Sign of My Own.
5.
Melanin season is also in full swing.
_____
* And then I put on some pants.
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Date: 2006-05-21 04:30 am (UTC)towel
Date: 2006-05-21 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-21 05:50 pm (UTC)I'm still sort of on the lookout for cool towels. I think that should be a standing order for our family. Anyway, I'll share whatever I've amassed with you once you move into your own place.
Garage Sales
Date: 2006-05-21 05:04 am (UTC)Re: Garage Sales
Date: 2006-05-21 05:48 pm (UTC)Re: Garage Sales
Date: 2006-05-21 06:33 pm (UTC)Re: Garage Sales
Date: 2006-05-21 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-22 06:53 am (UTC)i'm wicked jealous
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Date: 2006-05-22 08:51 pm (UTC)Yeah, I love my apartment.