Smallhouse Log

Friday, Feast of Saint James

I really hope the timer hasn't been reset by all of this; a year and a half is a long time. I think I'm in the clear, though, so full steam ahead!

In other news, still looking for a place to live. Boooo!

Thursday, the eve of Saint James's Day

So the website's back. Hosting is a low-priority bill. Thankfully, it is also the tiniest, cutest bill, the one I look at to make myself feel better about the other, bigger, badder bills (loans, grr!). Since I've been teaching the "Elite Cadre" of the Web Design class, we've been designing websites together, and I may be preparing to change the layout of Smallhouse again. Once every couple years isn't too bad, I don't think. You've been warned.

Maybe there will be a section wherein I review every place I've ever eaten gyros. Just maybe.

Thursday

  • Things I was at first: a sceptic.
  • Counterpoint to the above: These miracles work.

the next Tuesday

"Here you are, a superstar sensation. Rock the building block, outstanding ovation. Rising to your feet, have a seat. Say whatever's popular, peculiar, new, and unique. Complain how life sucks, love sucks, losing a friend a week. Helpless and weak, with low emotional IQ. Throw your hands in the air, you've had it up to there, and now asking yourself why you..."

"I got a lot thicker than my previous attempts. I still don't speak in present tense, try to speak benevolence. It's so easy! I don't expect it to be."

"It's short of amazing, and not what you thought."

Tuesday

...and one block from a drug den? This is turning out extremely sketchy, and I grow ever more irritated by the leaseholder. Can't even get me a key when I'm trying to move in, seriously? Thankfully, "Killa B" is cool with the prospect of me and my hallway full of stuff sticking around a few extra days. Not sure how closely that relates to my plans for cleaning.

My first day of (planned) lecturing is tomorrow, and I'm excited. Also I'm making examples, beautiful examples, which I'm sure Ruthie will want to tear to shreds either just before or just after class. And all my stuff is packed, so what else I got to do?

Oh, right, the cleaning.

Seventh Sunday after Pentecost

It makes me nervous when prophets predict the future; I'd prefer that they stick to the present. But I guess that if one could pick what he preaches, he wouldn't be much of a prophet, would he?

Though, as ever, I'm talking about a lot of things at once, I'm prompted by Stay Positive, which came out (digitally, anyway) this past month. I'd been theorizing that Lifter Puller songs were mostly about trying to score drugs, and Hold Steady songs were mostly about the stuff that happens as a result of scoring drugs. Stay Positive appears, at second listen, to be mostly about things that can happen to students and growing old. On first listen, it kind of sounded like all the songs from the first three albums that I just wasn't that into. I'm kind of outraged that the one track I'd been looking forward to ever since seeing them with Art Brut on Halloween, "Ask Her for Some Adderall", got knocked off the album. Word is that it'll be one of the bonus tracks when the physical CD drops next month, but still. Laaaame.

So, I'm not going to be homeless yet, apparently, which I guess I'm relieved about; I spent four hours yesterday czeching out Edgewater and the actual apartment I'll be subletting. One block from a pizza parlor, one block from an Episcopal church, three blocks from a beach and the lakeshore bike path, four blocks from a bar I've been meaning to investigate, five blocks from a library, and within walking distance of Devon Market, home to what may very well be the greatest purchasable baked good on this earth. If it weren't so far away from everything else, I'd seriously consider trying to find a permanent place up there. But it is, and I'm going to spring for a monthly bus pass and get up at five thirty every single day. FUN.

Time to finnish packing. FUN.

Tuesday
"I don't know what I would do with the rest of my life if I couldn't micropipette." -Anna M, 06/20/2008

Today I almost got hit by a train! And then I got chewed out by a train driver for almost being hit by a train. And then I saw Speed Racer, and it was so awesome that it was like getting hit by a train. A train made of pure liquid awesome, with Christina Ricci sprinkles.

But weariness has built a house within me, and I fear it's time for a little rest, a little folding of the hands to sleep. Brainwashing children is exhausting work.