From a rat's nest filled with tiles and uninstalled bathroom fixtures, trying desperately to claw its way away from its nickname:
There are things besides smells that remind you of the past. Yesterday reminded me of something I wrote several years ago. So because I'm empty, I'll reuse it.
12 July 2002
I feel like I'm hanging from a thread that's about to snap. It's taut and has started to fray on the outside. I don't know what's at the bottom if I fall.
It goes on but it's not relevant so I'll spare you.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
My ideal job
Musing from the rat's nest:
My ideal job would involve me doing a variety of creative projects, but never too much of one thing. I would buy a book like 100 crafts for moderately creative people, and I would learn how to do new moderately creative things, and do them until I get good at them, and then do something else. My job would not involve writing basically the same teacher's guide three times. My delightful job would be subsidized by a patron of the moderately creative crafts a la Catherine the Great. I would not, however, live in the palace, but in the rat's nest with its soon-to-be remodeled bathroom!!!
By the way, is there anybody out there who thinks that 950 euros is a reasonable amount of money to pay the tile guy for two days' work, including all materials except the tiles? This is the quote of the super duper tile guy but much as I want super duper, I just don't think I can rationalize this much for two days' work.
My most recent crafty activity was the bonbonieres for K's wedding, coming up in a very few days. I figure the people who make them when you order them from somewhere don't have art degrees, so I can do a decent job on my own. See for yourself.
If you know me, you know I have an opinion on all things, as an uncle of mine once accused me of. Here's my opinion on bonbonieres: nice tradition but no accompanying object! Nobody wants that little statue or whatever. Then you feel guilty for throwing it away, because it's like bad luck or something. My idea for baptism ones, where there's usually a small mug or flower pot or toy attached: Put a slip in that says that for each one made, one or two euros were donated to a charity that helps kids, in honor of the kid being baptised and forget the stupid little object/toy. Anyway, I'm not a total cheapskate, I just think things mean a lot more if you put some effort into them instead of just opening up your wallet.
I am a bit behind in the 100-project project, so will have to count the above as at least one of them, especially since K and Buzz have been steady supporters during my state of sickiness.
My ideal job would involve me doing a variety of creative projects, but never too much of one thing. I would buy a book like 100 crafts for moderately creative people, and I would learn how to do new moderately creative things, and do them until I get good at them, and then do something else. My job would not involve writing basically the same teacher's guide three times. My delightful job would be subsidized by a patron of the moderately creative crafts a la Catherine the Great. I would not, however, live in the palace, but in the rat's nest with its soon-to-be remodeled bathroom!!!
By the way, is there anybody out there who thinks that 950 euros is a reasonable amount of money to pay the tile guy for two days' work, including all materials except the tiles? This is the quote of the super duper tile guy but much as I want super duper, I just don't think I can rationalize this much for two days' work.
My most recent crafty activity was the bonbonieres for K's wedding, coming up in a very few days. I figure the people who make them when you order them from somewhere don't have art degrees, so I can do a decent job on my own. See for yourself.
If you know me, you know I have an opinion on all things, as an uncle of mine once accused me of. Here's my opinion on bonbonieres: nice tradition but no accompanying object! Nobody wants that little statue or whatever. Then you feel guilty for throwing it away, because it's like bad luck or something. My idea for baptism ones, where there's usually a small mug or flower pot or toy attached: Put a slip in that says that for each one made, one or two euros were donated to a charity that helps kids, in honor of the kid being baptised and forget the stupid little object/toy. Anyway, I'm not a total cheapskate, I just think things mean a lot more if you put some effort into them instead of just opening up your wallet.I am a bit behind in the 100-project project, so will have to count the above as at least one of them, especially since K and Buzz have been steady supporters during my state of sickiness.
Friday, January 8, 2010
The old me rears its ugly head
Back at the rat's nest...
I'm finding every possible excuse to procrastinate doing my work, which is turning out to be extremely boring. Today's tool: cleaning the refrigerator. WITH Q-TIPS AND TOOTHPICKS.
But I can't pull all-nighters to catch up, that's the only way I've changed since college, when I used to put off even the most important papers until the very, very last moment, but then somehow pull it off by sleeping 2-3 hours on weeknights. MAMAS, don't let your babies grow up to be procrastinators. la la ta da. I can't pull all-nighters because I'm too damn old and too damn sick. But I also haven't learned my lesson and waste valuable daylight hours doing everathing but what I should be doing...
I have also been employing other, more conventional methods to delay working, like laundry, errands, the internet.
And eating the world's biggest bowl of cabbage salad. Not really cole slaw, since it only has lemon and oil. It would taste so much better with mayo but I don't know how to make it with mayo. Also, the bio carrots I got yesterday don't taste very flavorful. Good thing I don't remember how much they cost.
You know you're desperate to procrastinate when you watch a rerun of the Super Nanny (Jo Frost, not those three from Nanny Central with the old lady assigning different nannies to different cases), dubbed, including the kids dubbed by adult actors pretending to have kiddie voices.
Asxeto: What in the world, oh whatever am I going to put on my head at K's wedding?!?! Sucks to be bald, as I've said innumerable times.
I'm finding every possible excuse to procrastinate doing my work, which is turning out to be extremely boring. Today's tool: cleaning the refrigerator. WITH Q-TIPS AND TOOTHPICKS.
But I can't pull all-nighters to catch up, that's the only way I've changed since college, when I used to put off even the most important papers until the very, very last moment, but then somehow pull it off by sleeping 2-3 hours on weeknights. MAMAS, don't let your babies grow up to be procrastinators. la la ta da. I can't pull all-nighters because I'm too damn old and too damn sick. But I also haven't learned my lesson and waste valuable daylight hours doing everathing but what I should be doing...
I have also been employing other, more conventional methods to delay working, like laundry, errands, the internet.
And eating the world's biggest bowl of cabbage salad. Not really cole slaw, since it only has lemon and oil. It would taste so much better with mayo but I don't know how to make it with mayo. Also, the bio carrots I got yesterday don't taste very flavorful. Good thing I don't remember how much they cost.
You know you're desperate to procrastinate when you watch a rerun of the Super Nanny (Jo Frost, not those three from Nanny Central with the old lady assigning different nannies to different cases), dubbed, including the kids dubbed by adult actors pretending to have kiddie voices.
Asxeto: What in the world, oh whatever am I going to put on my head at K's wedding?!?! Sucks to be bald, as I've said innumerable times.
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