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Oct. 27th, 2005 09:50 pmThe past week I've been coming home to the smell of wood burning. The first night I was worried a house was on fire in the neighborhood. Then the smell was identical the next night and a couple nights after that. It then dawned on me: oh! Y'all're actually heating your home with a wood stove or a fireplace.
I asked a friend at work if he was noticing the same thing in his neighborhood. Indeed he was. This must be a response to the energy price hikes.
What's strange is how annoying the smell can be. I'm sitting in my modern apartment (one I will soon be leaving -- I gave the landlady my 30-day notice a little early this evening) stuck with a thermostat I can only control with a desk lamp aimed at a sensor and a couple open windows. I think about the actual cost of this excessive heat, even though I do not pay it directly. I think about the schmuck that will one day buy my apartment and have to pay the condo fee for a temperature s/he cannot really control. I think how much I will miss this place but what I really miss is the person that lived with me here or that process of being needed by that person. I smell the wood burning and I think of marshmallows at a camp fire. I feel ill at ease, as if I were being stalked by back-to-nature folks.
Soon I shall be living in a very different apartment. Even though this building is older than the one I am moving into (this was a civic hall of sorts when Melrose was part of Malden), it feels like a very modern place. Everything is square and level. The new place is definitely a house, complete with oil heat and a lowered temperature. The place is so much larger. Since the temperature is uneven, there is none of the sense of being hypnotized against the real weather outside.
I had a very productive day at work. Today's news of Myers giving up pursuit of O'Connor's job worries me a little, which ruined my groove. However, it's strange watching the right wing lose the cohesion that made it formidable. Part of me is happy but part of me worries it'll just make the Color Split of America worse. I'd rather see people get along instead of reveling in the threat of indictments. Once again we may blow a year or two of getting nothing done in the Federal government because of a pursuit of some kind of accounting. 1973 again, 1999 again. I guess we'll just have to accept that life without machine politics strangely means nothing good gets done.
It'll be the smell of wood wafting me to bed, making me wish I had a fireplace. It will also make me think how disconnected I am from my location.
-schlep slump sleep, Dante
I asked a friend at work if he was noticing the same thing in his neighborhood. Indeed he was. This must be a response to the energy price hikes.
What's strange is how annoying the smell can be. I'm sitting in my modern apartment (one I will soon be leaving -- I gave the landlady my 30-day notice a little early this evening) stuck with a thermostat I can only control with a desk lamp aimed at a sensor and a couple open windows. I think about the actual cost of this excessive heat, even though I do not pay it directly. I think about the schmuck that will one day buy my apartment and have to pay the condo fee for a temperature s/he cannot really control. I think how much I will miss this place but what I really miss is the person that lived with me here or that process of being needed by that person. I smell the wood burning and I think of marshmallows at a camp fire. I feel ill at ease, as if I were being stalked by back-to-nature folks.
Soon I shall be living in a very different apartment. Even though this building is older than the one I am moving into (this was a civic hall of sorts when Melrose was part of Malden), it feels like a very modern place. Everything is square and level. The new place is definitely a house, complete with oil heat and a lowered temperature. The place is so much larger. Since the temperature is uneven, there is none of the sense of being hypnotized against the real weather outside.
I had a very productive day at work. Today's news of Myers giving up pursuit of O'Connor's job worries me a little, which ruined my groove. However, it's strange watching the right wing lose the cohesion that made it formidable. Part of me is happy but part of me worries it'll just make the Color Split of America worse. I'd rather see people get along instead of reveling in the threat of indictments. Once again we may blow a year or two of getting nothing done in the Federal government because of a pursuit of some kind of accounting. 1973 again, 1999 again. I guess we'll just have to accept that life without machine politics strangely means nothing good gets done.
It'll be the smell of wood wafting me to bed, making me wish I had a fireplace. It will also make me think how disconnected I am from my location.
-schlep slump sleep, Dante
