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Around the apartment, June 15, 2008

Sunday, June 15th, 2008 | 2 Comments »


I’ve taken to sitting on the floor. The book on the floor is Yochai Benkler’s The Wealth of Networks, a book I’m told is extremely insightful and influential. About every four months or so I’ll pull it off the shelf with the intention of reading it, but I never get very far.


I sit on the floor because it got really fucking hot last week, hot enough to swear. Our window air conditioner does the best it can, but on the warmest days we usually find ourselves loitering in the four foot radius the little Frigidaire is able to cool reliably. Those days usually result in a lot of sleepless nights, which I’ve had my share of lately.


If you’d told me five years ago that the primary means of cooling my apartment at age 28 would be a fan on a chair… well, honestly, I probably wouldn’t have been surprised to hear that.


You might remember last year’s attempt at fire escape gardening, which yielded dozens of thick-skinned, pugnacious little cherry tomatoes. They were the product of their gritty urban upbringing, to be sure. We moved tomatoes to the roof this year (so far so good) and use the fire escape for a few houseplants that could use some direct sun in the morning.


A few weeks ago Cheeks decided that sleeping on top of these boxes was luxury living. Her residence here meant that the top of these odd storage boxes was quickly matted with cat hair. So, she got a towel today. There’s something comforting in watching a twelve year old cat pick out a totally new place to snooze. Granted, she’s not doing anything differently, but hey, it’s never too late for a change of scenery.

Worse than a walk of shame

Saturday, May 5th, 2007 | 4 Comments »

There’s nothing quite like breaking the entry-a-day promise on the fourth day. It was going so well!

The good news is that it’s a beautiful day to go outside and blog, and Maggie just informed me that the New York Times Real Estate section ran an article today about someone named Jenny 8 del Corte Hirschfeld who lives in Williamsburg. Sounds like a five groan delight, something only the Times Real Estate section can pull off.

Maggie is also “glad there’s an article about renting out your vacation house.”

Survivor: Tuesday

Tuesday, March 6th, 2007 | 22 Comments »

It used to be the promise of two Taco John’s tacos for 99 cents that kept me going on a Tuesday (extra motivation if I planned to eat there for lunch AND dinner, open lunch, ole!).

This Tuesday my day was made by the unexpected 10-car F train showing up in place of the 4-car G train. For those unfamiliar with the G, this is like having a limo pull up outside your door to take you to work. A funny smelling limo. With orange plastic seats. And ads. A funny smelling limo with orange plastic seats and ads whose only real difference from your normal limo is that its longer. Sigh.

How are you surviving?

Super Potato Oles!

Let’s talk about the weather

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007 | 12 Comments »

On the way to work I got hit in the left eyeball by an ice pellet. You?

Snow squirrel, Ann Arbor (2004)

Last invitee to the MySpace party
finally arrives

Monday, November 13th, 2006 | 2 Comments »

Wow. People really want to be found. Are there any rules or social conventions I should know about before I start friending people I haven’t seen since high school? ‘Cause I’m definitely going to have conversation starters at the I.D. on Dec. 23rd.

Find me: http://www.myspace.com/100303319

The picture I don’t want employers to see