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pseydtonneIf you've been reading for a few years, you know that I like to write a posting during the hour we get back at the end of Daylight Savings Time. This is a special edition, since I'm writing this three hours later than previous years now that I live in Los Angeles.
I've been having an enjoyable but normal day. We slept until noon, then had technical difficulties with breakfast. It seems the bacon grease was scalding the eggs and... well, perhaps it's just Treyf World Problems.
Then we went to the Farmers Market on Fairfax south of Beverly. This hasn't been an actual farmers' market since... the 50s? Imagine a Taschen stall in front of Faneuil Hall and the food that isn't as much for tourists. There is a ritzy, ridiculous mall with a slow double-decker trolley and... it didn't matter. We met my dear's friend from grad school and his friend for three hours of beer and French dip sammtiches.
Farmers Market has one of the cruelest parking lots I've ever seen. I once drove around the three lanes for twenty minutes, constantly getting screwed out of one space after another. So we walked there and staggered back. It was a lovely evening, other than the police helicopter circling the block to the east of ours for ten minutes. What criminal mastermind decided to hole up on Stanley Ave between Romaine and Santa Monica? I should try to follow the spot light next time.
We got home, had some naked time and passed out a while. Then came Henry Rollins on KCRW. His show was excellent this week: an hour of stuff by Texan musicians, which opened with "Sweat Loaf" by the Butthole Surfers. Then he had another hour with stuff from Thailand, Turkey and Detroit. There is a new Fall album and he played the one track that doesn't sound like typical Mark E. "Dictator that Won't Die" Smith: his wife singing.
We watched Thursday's episodes of The Daily Show and Colbert Report and ate home made quiche. Then we watched two episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, which I hadn't seen before but I liked instantly. Oh, to choose between chimichongas and crack...
I'm wrapping up by playing Angry Birds while my dear tries to get her iPhone 4G-s to handle the spoken question "how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck would?" (It's answer was 42.)
I'm in West Hollywood but I'm having a surprisingly suburban weekend. Tomorrow I drop off an old TV and brace the bookshelves to the wall because we'll soon have our cat here.
So, how are y'all doin'? Drop me a line!
-an hour behind Arizona, Ps/d
I've been having an enjoyable but normal day. We slept until noon, then had technical difficulties with breakfast. It seems the bacon grease was scalding the eggs and... well, perhaps it's just Treyf World Problems.
Then we went to the Farmers Market on Fairfax south of Beverly. This hasn't been an actual farmers' market since... the 50s? Imagine a Taschen stall in front of Faneuil Hall and the food that isn't as much for tourists. There is a ritzy, ridiculous mall with a slow double-decker trolley and... it didn't matter. We met my dear's friend from grad school and his friend for three hours of beer and French dip sammtiches.
Farmers Market has one of the cruelest parking lots I've ever seen. I once drove around the three lanes for twenty minutes, constantly getting screwed out of one space after another. So we walked there and staggered back. It was a lovely evening, other than the police helicopter circling the block to the east of ours for ten minutes. What criminal mastermind decided to hole up on Stanley Ave between Romaine and Santa Monica? I should try to follow the spot light next time.
We got home, had some naked time and passed out a while. Then came Henry Rollins on KCRW. His show was excellent this week: an hour of stuff by Texan musicians, which opened with "Sweat Loaf" by the Butthole Surfers. Then he had another hour with stuff from Thailand, Turkey and Detroit. There is a new Fall album and he played the one track that doesn't sound like typical Mark E. "Dictator that Won't Die" Smith: his wife singing.
We watched Thursday's episodes of The Daily Show and Colbert Report and ate home made quiche. Then we watched two episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, which I hadn't seen before but I liked instantly. Oh, to choose between chimichongas and crack...
I'm wrapping up by playing Angry Birds while my dear tries to get her iPhone 4G-s to handle the spoken question "how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck would?" (It's answer was 42.)
I'm in West Hollywood but I'm having a surprisingly suburban weekend. Tomorrow I drop off an old TV and brace the bookshelves to the wall because we'll soon have our cat here.
So, how are y'all doin'? Drop me a line!
-an hour behind Arizona, Ps/d
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Date: 2011-11-06 11:30 am (UTC)heh. this morning, i got up half an hour earlier than i normally do so that i could make it to my all-day EMT refresher class, only to discover that thanks to DST, i have actually gotten up AN HOUR AND A HALF EARLIER. fuck you, Woodrow Wilson!!! from hell’s dark heart i stab at thee (and at your golf game)!
-steve
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Date: 2011-11-06 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-06 06:40 pm (UTC)Important to bolt the bookcases in case of earthquakes, also.
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:18 pm (UTC)I've been accepted into Landmark College for the Spring Session, but they won't have their budget for a few weeks, which means I won't get my aid package till after the budget's been set. So maybe I'll be in VT or maybe I won't in January.
I'm unemployed. I'm working on my bicycling skills. I'm almost done with paring/backing-up data. Got tips and tricks for setting-up a 1 TB as a XP/Ubuntu dual-boot with separate partition for data, and every user profile in both OSes needs to be able to get to the data? My room isn't fully cleaned, but the last niggling stuff is significantly pared-down. I refuse to add stuff back. My mother and I have been doing a co-effort in cleaning the pantry. Hopefully it'll be usable again soon. Anything I've found and don't need around the house, I've been taking to Dewey Square.
If I'm not in VT, I'll make sure I get job and other details settled for an IDA (Individual Development Account) at Quincy Community Action Program (QCAP.) If you've never heard of them, it's a kind of program some non-profits have for low-income people to save for post-secondary education, starting a business, or a down-payment on a home. (IOW, personal development.) They match so much of the persons money with money that has been raised. In this case, $1 of mine gets matched with $3 of theirs till I've put-in no more than $1,333.33. I had to attend a financial literacy class. Now I need a job and some other documents.