flowers growing happy in the sun
from every window in the back of the house i can look out over the city 1,000 feet below. the house is each stucco, big and on a hillside peppered liberally with cacti of varying kinds. the city is flat, sparkly at night and i see the squares where the roads divide it. hooray for land grant states. it was 80 degrees today. sunny. bright. a few clouds. the biggest cacti are the saguaro, "sawahro(?)," big as tree trunks and sometimes thirty feet tall. there are magenta flowers blooming in a riot in the backyard. there are two cactus gardens. a fountain in front and in back. a pool and a hot tub. i have a balcony. the furniture is beach-house pink. upholstered dining room chairs and glass tabletops. hideous.
my parents will be here in tucson for a year. i've been here since yesterday and i'm waiting to fall in love with it. the house, obviously, is fabulous. but i would love a sexy house in most other states too. the cacti and the weather are lovely. some people have citrus trees. i went for a walk through the neighborhood today and saw about ten quail in someone's yard.
the car dad drove out here is a manual. so i can't drive. the ariport is on the other side of town, so we drove through it on the main boulevards to get here. things are new here. and it doesn't feel like a city. it feels like route 1 and route 40, except with new, clean jiffy lubes. there's the suburban feel of wasted space. for being a city, there's no sense of crowding or cramping. the main streets through the middle of town are like 6 and 8 generous lanes. of course, you don't need to stack people and businesses on top of each other in the southwest, because there ain't nothing here. it's a billion miles of cactus and sand and grit in every direction. take all the land you want. and everything is new because, while there were indians here thousands of years ago and spanish missionaries came through in 1600-something, it was a dinky-ass little place hanging onto the old west and mexico and hoping the university of arizona would save it until god invented air conditioning. now 450,000 people live in tucson and 700,000 people live in the metro area. or something.
would love to spend the summer here, except that won't have any friends and might have to kill mother.
end of break looms. was in shower thinking about the flights back, seeing friends for few hours, then driving more. will get back to PA at night, have to unpack car in the dark and start reading for class late saturday night. because if did this week, would be gone from brain by next week. hope don't have to read for every single fucking class.
in fit of geekdom, finished reading the silmarillion today. started yesterday on planes. was warned that was like reading textbook. would be slow and thankless. found not to be the case. is kind of dry, but really, textbook about elves. academicosity cannot squelch coolness. enjoyed quite a bit. wanted to know where everyone came from and stuff. needed backstory for LOTR. now have. v. happy.
not sure what think of southwest. tucson makes me want to see santa fe. feel like should be cooler and would like to verify before passing judgement on region. also lurve mountain time, as jon stewart is on at 9 and cool shows start at like 6. muy fucking bien. hate how get home, want to watch tv, cook dinner around like 6, and watch tv, but is shit ass nothing on. fucking annoying. here, is primetime already. hooray!
my parents will be here in tucson for a year. i've been here since yesterday and i'm waiting to fall in love with it. the house, obviously, is fabulous. but i would love a sexy house in most other states too. the cacti and the weather are lovely. some people have citrus trees. i went for a walk through the neighborhood today and saw about ten quail in someone's yard.
the car dad drove out here is a manual. so i can't drive. the ariport is on the other side of town, so we drove through it on the main boulevards to get here. things are new here. and it doesn't feel like a city. it feels like route 1 and route 40, except with new, clean jiffy lubes. there's the suburban feel of wasted space. for being a city, there's no sense of crowding or cramping. the main streets through the middle of town are like 6 and 8 generous lanes. of course, you don't need to stack people and businesses on top of each other in the southwest, because there ain't nothing here. it's a billion miles of cactus and sand and grit in every direction. take all the land you want. and everything is new because, while there were indians here thousands of years ago and spanish missionaries came through in 1600-something, it was a dinky-ass little place hanging onto the old west and mexico and hoping the university of arizona would save it until god invented air conditioning. now 450,000 people live in tucson and 700,000 people live in the metro area. or something.
would love to spend the summer here, except that won't have any friends and might have to kill mother.
end of break looms. was in shower thinking about the flights back, seeing friends for few hours, then driving more. will get back to PA at night, have to unpack car in the dark and start reading for class late saturday night. because if did this week, would be gone from brain by next week. hope don't have to read for every single fucking class.
in fit of geekdom, finished reading the silmarillion today. started yesterday on planes. was warned that was like reading textbook. would be slow and thankless. found not to be the case. is kind of dry, but really, textbook about elves. academicosity cannot squelch coolness. enjoyed quite a bit. wanted to know where everyone came from and stuff. needed backstory for LOTR. now have. v. happy.
not sure what think of southwest. tucson makes me want to see santa fe. feel like should be cooler and would like to verify before passing judgement on region. also lurve mountain time, as jon stewart is on at 9 and cool shows start at like 6. muy fucking bien. hate how get home, want to watch tv, cook dinner around like 6, and watch tv, but is shit ass nothing on. fucking annoying. here, is primetime already. hooray!