It should be of no surprise that my small victory over nature would prove to be Pyrrhic. I left for work with this gaping hole in my wall: I was under the impression that the air conditioner would be returned at 5 p.m. or so. And by “I was under the impression,” I mean “the contractor lady told me to my face.” So imagine my surprise when my landlord called to tell me at 6…
[for April 6] Can’t believe it took me 96 days to get around to the obligatory cloud photo. Project 365
• I finally watched Children of Men. Wow, what a depressing film. And yet, it was gorgeous. Alfonso Cuarón has a remarkable talent for making abject despair and urban decay seem achingly, surreally beautiful. I had initially expressed concern that the film would be a reactionary piece about underpopulation (based on today’s popular anti-immigrant fervor), but I’m happy to report that it’s actually much more complicated than that. Amanda Marcotte wrote an interesting post about…
I just got back from a walk to Burke’s to return the book I got for my dad’s birthday, which — as I suspected — he already owned. That little transaction will help out with the budget situation this week, but it means that I have to keep hunting for something the man doesn’t already own. Which is fricking impossible; this makes at least the third or fourth time I’ve bought him something he already…
Days like today were made for tank tops, wet hair, Billie Holiday, a freshly swept floor, the hum of lawnmowers, the smell of cut grass, the taste of orange juice, and the thought of hope tucked somewhere just beneath the heart.
Like a moron, I headed downtown to the riverfront to try to catch the big storm roll in so I could take my daily photo (see how I risk my life for art?!!?), but when I got there, it was overcast but bright out. Not nearly as dark and foreboding as it had been earlier. And now I see they’ve canceled the tornado watch. Crisis averted, and I still got my picture (memorial at Martyrs…
Wednesday is a my big group presentation. I’ve got to write a creative platform and then go pull the entire design together … even though it’s not technically finished yet. I’m seeing a late night up in the office in my immediate future. The weather is weird. It’s almost like there’s not really any weather outside at all. No humidity, and the air seems almost like room temperature. The sky today was overcast, just a…
The weather, my friends, is sick. It’s January 3rd and it’s 65 degrees outside. It feels like it’s May or something. The plant on my balcony isn’t dying. We actually turned the air conditioner on last night when it got too balmy in the apartment. January. AC. ??? I’m beginning to accept Phil’s assessment of this as the End Times. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to drape placards around my neck and…
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