Bucking the Twitter Trend
I realized this morning that many of the features of Your Face In A Book Dot Com are (to someone who used to write in a journal on a regular basis) simply shiny replacements for longhand writing, and are far less permanent (as far as I can tell). This isn't necessarily a good or bad thing, but a trend towards terse. So in the spirit of verbosity, and for the sake of keeping this thing somewhat current on a more-than-monthly basis, I'm going to look through all my own crap and summarize it (which, I suppose, is less of a summary and more of an expansion, but whatever) here. I miss writing about Stuff, and Stuff does indeed happen, even now.
We've been slowly outfitting our new digs with proper attire and unpacking boxes of stuff, and in the process I purchased my very first (at age 34) power tool: a small, inexpensive, cordless screwdriver-slash-drill. Unfamiliar with these only somewhat modern devices (and possessing naturally less testosterone than your average home improvement enthusiast), I failed to notice that the "drill" part was not included because drill bits seem to come in sets on their own, depending on what sizes of holes you need to drill into stuff. This, combined with the odd positioning (or lack thereof) of studs in certain walls, delayed the assembly and installation of some of our new curtains, which are both insulated and look nice.
I had forgotten how it feels to have a home. With some readjustment of my priorities, and some conscious effort to finish building the home we've started, it should feel a lot more like a home than anything I've previously lived in.
On Monday night we dragged ourselves into Los Angeles to see some live music. Tom McRae is one of eowyn797's favorites, and he's pretty funny (in a classical, self-deprecating English way) in person. I was later surprised by a band called Pedestrian - in particular, a song called Ghostly Life - to the extent that their live performance managed to bestow upon me a Moment Of Clarity: I've really got to start playing again. I miss it terribly, and I miss the prospect of performing live with other skilled artists playing anything and everything from every genre we can get our dirty little hands on. People are supposed to do the things they want to do, which they are passionate about, and I have been passionate about playing music ever since I was a kid. I didn't necessarily want to be a rock star, but I did enjoy rocking, and I think that the enjoyment is the only important thing.
Since moving, I've also discovered the joy of Craigslist, where we've purchased a few of our new household items, including a used (but still functional) Roomba - you know, that little sweeper robot thing? I gave it an inaugural run through our house last week, and it got through the kitchen and the back half of the house before deciding to take a nap under the bed. I may not have charged it quite enough, or it may just be a testament to the sheer size of the place. Still, it's a Cool Thing, and it has a lot of potential - I may soon consider hacking into it, as others have done.
We've been slowly outfitting our new digs with proper attire and unpacking boxes of stuff, and in the process I purchased my very first (at age 34) power tool: a small, inexpensive, cordless screwdriver-slash-drill. Unfamiliar with these only somewhat modern devices (and possessing naturally less testosterone than your average home improvement enthusiast), I failed to notice that the "drill" part was not included because drill bits seem to come in sets on their own, depending on what sizes of holes you need to drill into stuff. This, combined with the odd positioning (or lack thereof) of studs in certain walls, delayed the assembly and installation of some of our new curtains, which are both insulated and look nice.
I had forgotten how it feels to have a home. With some readjustment of my priorities, and some conscious effort to finish building the home we've started, it should feel a lot more like a home than anything I've previously lived in.
On Monday night we dragged ourselves into Los Angeles to see some live music. Tom McRae is one of eowyn797's favorites, and he's pretty funny (in a classical, self-deprecating English way) in person. I was later surprised by a band called Pedestrian - in particular, a song called Ghostly Life - to the extent that their live performance managed to bestow upon me a Moment Of Clarity: I've really got to start playing again. I miss it terribly, and I miss the prospect of performing live with other skilled artists playing anything and everything from every genre we can get our dirty little hands on. People are supposed to do the things they want to do, which they are passionate about, and I have been passionate about playing music ever since I was a kid. I didn't necessarily want to be a rock star, but I did enjoy rocking, and I think that the enjoyment is the only important thing.
Since moving, I've also discovered the joy of Craigslist, where we've purchased a few of our new household items, including a used (but still functional) Roomba - you know, that little sweeper robot thing? I gave it an inaugural run through our house last week, and it got through the kitchen and the back half of the house before deciding to take a nap under the bed. I may not have charged it quite enough, or it may just be a testament to the sheer size of the place. Still, it's a Cool Thing, and it has a lot of potential - I may soon consider hacking into it, as others have done.