time traveling
so yesterday turned out to be not such a big deal after all. it started with me waking up to my car having $1400 of damage done to it by my roomate trying to squeeze his car around my car but between the house. a four and a half foot opening at any rate. so yea, thats all taken care of but as i was on the war path yesterday yelling at jared about my car, bo got in the way and i yelled at bo to get rid of "the guy on the couch" by the end of the month and to take down the bar. which he did both and clean the entire house in about two hours. fucking sweet but i guess i hurt jared's feelings and well i feel bad but he also did something extremely stupid. we're cool now i think. but anywho so after spending all day dealing with that...
i get a call from hannah to hang out with her and a bunch of people at "robert's studio". o man. this place is freaking awesome. first of all it's your typical old school wearhouse thats been converted into studio space. you got to take the freight elevator up two floors. picture your typical wearhouse floor. wooden floor, open ceiling about 15+ ft above your head. pretty much 1/2 of the outside wall of the studio space was one big oldschool glass window that was composed of corase of smaller dingy windows. out side you could see a factory smoke stack as well as other factory and industrial buildings. on the walls inside the studio they had huge graffiti murals the renters before robert did. in this awesome studio there is a private room which seems like it would have been some sort of office but it's now a bedroom. there's a sink/psuedo kitchen, toilet and bathroom sink and shower. i have no idea the footage of the whole space it self but it was huge maybe 1000 ft or two. it's huge. he's renting half of it out for studio space to other artists and he's going to kind of live there. it's totally doable. they've got a furnace and shit. but the weirdest thing about the whole place was robert himself. robert is a 27 year old fiance to sara. this guy is one of those just weird ass artists/snobbish intellectual/hippie. walking into his house everything he own was not from the time period. im going to half to guess all the stuff he had was from the 30's-40's. his sofa was a pshycologists chair with one of those huge examining lamps hanging off to one side. he's got a collection of freudian literature as well as proabably over 300 old school books that just line his walls. all his kitchen appliances we from the 30-40 era as well and i know this well becuase hannah and i made smoothies for everyone while they watched 24. ah it was so fucking weird. that fruit is definately an aphrodesiac. that was weird how strong it was. but anywho well get to that later. this guy had all these tools, wood working tools if im not mistaken, from the above time era as well. it was so weird the only things that i seen that didn't belong there were his mac computer and tv and a couple electric space heaters. and that was it. this guy had a phonograph as well as old school record player. and he always had some weird story. "this small ball of glass has trillions and trillions of fiber optic cables in it. it's amazing to think that." he would say looking at this golf ball sized black glass ball. he'd say it like it blew him away and all appreciative and everyone else was just like oh yeah, a glass ball. it was weird. you'd get up and just walk around looking at all the old stuff if you weren't hip and happening to what was on tv or something. yea these kids are definately that whole rich eccentric hippie artist intellectually almost snobbish cliche i hung out with last night. it doesn't matter tho they're good people. and hannah and i hung out close all night. and i think im gonna have her hang out tonite before our house gets trashed. or maybe go see a movie or something who knows. but yeah last night we made intoxicating (aroma/rum) smoothies and smoked and ate pizza and watched a transvestite stand up comic who was actually pretty funny (not pretty funny even tho he's a transvestite he's just pretty funny period.). eddie izzard, i beleive his name was. i tell ya a bowl and fruit does wonders.
aight im out,
sassafrass.
ryan
i get a call from hannah to hang out with her and a bunch of people at "robert's studio". o man. this place is freaking awesome. first of all it's your typical old school wearhouse thats been converted into studio space. you got to take the freight elevator up two floors. picture your typical wearhouse floor. wooden floor, open ceiling about 15+ ft above your head. pretty much 1/2 of the outside wall of the studio space was one big oldschool glass window that was composed of corase of smaller dingy windows. out side you could see a factory smoke stack as well as other factory and industrial buildings. on the walls inside the studio they had huge graffiti murals the renters before robert did. in this awesome studio there is a private room which seems like it would have been some sort of office but it's now a bedroom. there's a sink/psuedo kitchen, toilet and bathroom sink and shower. i have no idea the footage of the whole space it self but it was huge maybe 1000 ft or two. it's huge. he's renting half of it out for studio space to other artists and he's going to kind of live there. it's totally doable. they've got a furnace and shit. but the weirdest thing about the whole place was robert himself. robert is a 27 year old fiance to sara. this guy is one of those just weird ass artists/snobbish intellectual/hippie. walking into his house everything he own was not from the time period. im going to half to guess all the stuff he had was from the 30's-40's. his sofa was a pshycologists chair with one of those huge examining lamps hanging off to one side. he's got a collection of freudian literature as well as proabably over 300 old school books that just line his walls. all his kitchen appliances we from the 30-40 era as well and i know this well becuase hannah and i made smoothies for everyone while they watched 24. ah it was so fucking weird. that fruit is definately an aphrodesiac. that was weird how strong it was. but anywho well get to that later. this guy had all these tools, wood working tools if im not mistaken, from the above time era as well. it was so weird the only things that i seen that didn't belong there were his mac computer and tv and a couple electric space heaters. and that was it. this guy had a phonograph as well as old school record player. and he always had some weird story. "this small ball of glass has trillions and trillions of fiber optic cables in it. it's amazing to think that." he would say looking at this golf ball sized black glass ball. he'd say it like it blew him away and all appreciative and everyone else was just like oh yeah, a glass ball. it was weird. you'd get up and just walk around looking at all the old stuff if you weren't hip and happening to what was on tv or something. yea these kids are definately that whole rich eccentric hippie artist intellectually almost snobbish cliche i hung out with last night. it doesn't matter tho they're good people. and hannah and i hung out close all night. and i think im gonna have her hang out tonite before our house gets trashed. or maybe go see a movie or something who knows. but yeah last night we made intoxicating (aroma/rum) smoothies and smoked and ate pizza and watched a transvestite stand up comic who was actually pretty funny (not pretty funny even tho he's a transvestite he's just pretty funny period.). eddie izzard, i beleive his name was. i tell ya a bowl and fruit does wonders.
aight im out,
sassafrass.
ryan