Saturday, February 28, 2004
Dude, not bombs
Heroin addiction is evidently extremely trendy in suburbia these days. Like mini-backpacks when I was in middle school trendy. Atrocious blue eyeshadow trendy, leg warmers on you arms trendy.
In fact, it's so trendy that my little sister has been indulging and may be shortly checking into rehab. I've spent the past few days supervising Princess PoppySeed to keep her away from the evil white powder.
Which means I am not at my house listening to a substitue teacher and a yugoslavian fixing soup for the homeless and unironically calling eachother "Bro".
In fact, it's so trendy that my little sister has been indulging and may be shortly checking into rehab. I've spent the past few days supervising Princess PoppySeed to keep her away from the evil white powder.
Which means I am not at my house listening to a substitue teacher and a yugoslavian fixing soup for the homeless and unironically calling eachother "Bro".
Friday, February 27, 2004
Defensive Decorating
When Cara and I were college together we went to great lengths to chase out prospective roomates so Cara could safetly move in our homeless friends. We gleefully strew tampons and dirty underwear all over the room and tipped all the furniture on its side. It worked.
I'd like to think I'm more mature now but I can't describe the glee I felt when one of our slate roof tiles fell on a punk girls head while she drank beer on our porch. I am equally happy to report that I haven't seen her since.
I'd like to think I'm more mature now but I can't describe the glee I felt when one of our slate roof tiles fell on a punk girls head while she drank beer on our porch. I am equally happy to report that I haven't seen her since.
What Hunts and Pecks and Isn't Me?
I had this blog for less then 24 hours and blogger is already recomending to my loyal readers (ie Cara) other sites where they can find information on organice poultry farming.
Aloha Anthrax
Paul lives in a schoolbus in the backyard. He purchased it two years ago from the city during their annual schoolbus auction. And oh the hilarious direct mailings he's gotten ever since! I guess they figure if you're the kind of person who needs an old schoolbus you might well need two.
But the schoolbus is not winterproof so Paul planned to spend January through March in Hawaii. The very poor, like the very rich are able to have these jet setting lifestyle due to a lack of any other responsibilities. Paul works for an underfunded non-profit, which is alot like working for post-Soviet Russia, you only get paid when the grant money comes through. In exchange Paul only works in the warm weather months.
So one day while wandering the tropical jungles of Hawaii, eating avacados the size of his head Paul stepped on a mesquite branch. The wound then somehow became infected with a bacteria that only 31 (now 32) people have ever been documented as having. Many desperate attempts for medical assistence, one long plane ride, and a two week cipro regiment later he only limps somewhat.
It's still too cold to live in a school bus so Paul's taken up residence in a bedroom that had been unoccupied for a while due to black mold. (well, there was an intern from california in there for a while but he just said, 'hella' alot and didn't seem bothered by the black mold.) This is where he diligently practices the violin. So far he only knows 'Twinkle Twinkle' very well but it's a good 'twinkle twinkle'
But the schoolbus is not winterproof so Paul planned to spend January through March in Hawaii. The very poor, like the very rich are able to have these jet setting lifestyle due to a lack of any other responsibilities. Paul works for an underfunded non-profit, which is alot like working for post-Soviet Russia, you only get paid when the grant money comes through. In exchange Paul only works in the warm weather months.
So one day while wandering the tropical jungles of Hawaii, eating avacados the size of his head Paul stepped on a mesquite branch. The wound then somehow became infected with a bacteria that only 31 (now 32) people have ever been documented as having. Many desperate attempts for medical assistence, one long plane ride, and a two week cipro regiment later he only limps somewhat.
It's still too cold to live in a school bus so Paul's taken up residence in a bedroom that had been unoccupied for a while due to black mold. (well, there was an intern from california in there for a while but he just said, 'hella' alot and didn't seem bothered by the black mold.) This is where he diligently practices the violin. So far he only knows 'Twinkle Twinkle' very well but it's a good 'twinkle twinkle'
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Let Me Entertain You
I was trying to nap today with my toes curled up under my knees for warmth. I know the reasonable thing to do would be to wear socks to bed but for me that just seems to ruin the whole point of being in bed. Of course the other reasonable thing to do would have been to turn up the damn heat but after opening the $830 heat bill this afternoon I decided to hope my feet would just eventually go numb.
Anyway, just as I achieve enough warmth to try to sleep my roomate, who for many non-obvious and one soon-be very obvious reason I will call Mr. Macho woke up from his nap and began to sing. loudly. He was singing 'Macho Man'. It was distracting.
Mr. Macho was on his way out to feed the chickens. They are somewhere between his chickens and communal chickens. Mr. Macho purchased them, looks up what food they need and occasionally sits out in the chicken coop with a bb gun on his lap looking for rats. Nonetheless, how can you own a thing like a chicken, man?
In the original house meeting when the chickens were brought up Mr. Macho's argument was, "The city says I'm legally allowed to have 5 chickens. I looked it up". This was an odd argument since we are ostesibly an anti-government compound, not to be impressed by the legality or illegality of urban poultry farming. But it swayed us at the time.
We now have 9 chickens. But only because Mr. Macho bought his girlfriend two bantam chickens for christmas. They were a surprise, sort of, since not many presents traditionally go "cock a doodle do!" when you open them.
Anyway, just as I achieve enough warmth to try to sleep my roomate, who for many non-obvious and one soon-be very obvious reason I will call Mr. Macho woke up from his nap and began to sing. loudly. He was singing 'Macho Man'. It was distracting.
Mr. Macho was on his way out to feed the chickens. They are somewhere between his chickens and communal chickens. Mr. Macho purchased them, looks up what food they need and occasionally sits out in the chicken coop with a bb gun on his lap looking for rats. Nonetheless, how can you own a thing like a chicken, man?
In the original house meeting when the chickens were brought up Mr. Macho's argument was, "The city says I'm legally allowed to have 5 chickens. I looked it up". This was an odd argument since we are ostesibly an anti-government compound, not to be impressed by the legality or illegality of urban poultry farming. But it swayed us at the time.
We now have 9 chickens. But only because Mr. Macho bought his girlfriend two bantam chickens for christmas. They were a surprise, sort of, since not many presents traditionally go "cock a doodle do!" when you open them.
