Thursday, March 31, 2005

afterthoughts

I am remembering recently I talked to S about things around where I used to live (S still lives in the general area). I remembered I lived on the corner of a busy intersection, on the third floor of a house attached to a store divided into two smaller stores. The house had been converted into three apartments, and I lived in two of them the 2 years I lived there. It got pretty hot in the summer, my cats used to pry open the bottom of the refrigerator (the seal was broken and I used duct tape to keep it shut). I would come home from work, and they would be laying crammed under the space between the floor and the bottom of the door, sucking up the cool and warming all my perishables. That was fun, especially when I got my electric bill.

There was a store on the corner of the next block, heading west, a large old house and the bottom had been coverted into a general store. I don't know what the name of the place was, but I would stop in every day and get the most awesome scrambled egg, home fry onion and ketchup sandwich I have ever tasted in my entire life. The guy who owned the store named Bob was working all the time, any time of day or night you would go there. He made my sandwich every day. If you stopped in late in the day or early evening, he was a little lit, like he started drinking early. He had a great little store, as if it had been a soda shop in the 50's and 60's, and a general pharmacy and store, that sold a little of everything.

My friend W and I nicknamed the owner of the store "Vietnam Bob" because he was jumpy, and had been in Vietnam. I know that seems mean, but he was a cool guy and drank a lot and it was an easy way to identify him. I loved that little store, and missed it the most along with the Italian Bakery, Chinese Food Place, Bagel Store and Quikie Mart that gave me cigarettes on credit.

Well, S told me I probably wouldn't recognize that intersection if I went there today. She also told me that Vietnam Bob's store is gone, and there is a Walgreens there in its place.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

stuff

I always think of great things to write about when I'm not near a writing instrument or able to write. Of course, now that I'm sitting down in front of my blog, I can't think of any of the wonderful revalations I have recently had. I may be getting a new (used) kiln. I will keep you posted.

I have an open desk policy, and an open computer policy. Basically, I don't care who sits at my desk or goes through my drawers, or works on my computer. I don't have anything that I don't want anyone to see. I think it's just better that way. I obtained this personal policy from my friend I work with, Naan, because she was always so cool about me working in her space prior to my having a space.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

reading...

I just finished reading "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer. I highly recommend it. It is a first person perspecitve from a survivor from the 1996 Mt. Everest disaster. If you ever get a chance, google "Beck Weathers" or check out http://www.steponline.com/everest/beck_weathers.asp. Similiarally, if you have an IMAX theatre near you, check out the "Everest" movie if it plays. That was filmed during the same time the expedition Jon Krakauer was in fell to its untimely demise.

Lately, I have been reading the owners manual to my new 2005 Subaru Impreza RS.

Friday, March 18, 2005

tea habit

I drink a really tasty organic jasmine green tea. It's expensive, and I don't mean to spend so much on it, but I get paranoid about DDT and other fun things that may be found on commercial tea that's imported from Asia or India. Those teas are good too, but I can't trust everything it endured to travel from the other side of the earth. So I switched to organic. Being perpetually broke and into saving money, I try to use one tea bag for several cups of tea, that get progressively weaker. By the fifth cup, it's a little more than the color of a glorified white grape juice. I don't care. I think I'd probably be into drinking cups of hot water if the mood struck me right.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

additional costs incurred from having pets

Yeah, okay, you expect your cats to go to the vet every now and then. They get sick, they get fleas, they puke and have watery shit sometimes. There are certain costs that are a given: food, cat litter, toys and treats, collars and flea treatments. I've discovered that there are many costs I didn't think of. Some of them are:
  • a vacuum to clean up the cat litter they track everywhere
  • replacement items they routinely target and destroy, such as curtains, blinds, plants, clothes, window sills, and furniture
  • cleaners designed to remove the "pet odor" from your carpets, cabinets, and corners of walls
  • cat carriers and other necessary hardware for restraining the cat when he is angry
  • packing tape to unstick the fur to all of your clothing
which reminds me, how is it that if you have a multi or mixed colored cat, the light fur sticks to your dark clothes, and the dark and orange fur sticks to your light clothes?


Car salesmen in general.

Car shopping sucks. I've decided on a car, and most of my decision was based on the way the sales person treated me. I looked at VW's, and besides the fact that they weren't really trying to work with me, nobody helped me, and a group of fat lazy white sales guys were sitting on plastic lawn furniture, watching me walk around the lot and in and out of the sales office, exclaiming "Is there someone around here that can help me?" I realized when I saw those bastards sitting in the shade, that they have been watching me for about twenty minutes. Then they expected a third of the car price down (yeah, right!).

I also looked at Toyota, because I was interested in the hybrid electronic technology. I had a young sales guy begrudgingly help me, only to tell me he didn't know anything, and pawn me off on another guy who was disinterested in helping me. He wouldn't even turn the car on so I can see the computer screeen display, or explain any of the features. He was wearing too much cologne (which is better than B.O., I guess). He couldn't even give me a direct price, or info about money down, interest rates, fees, etc. I honestly felt like I wasted my time.

I'm deciding on a Subaru Impreza Wagon, to handle my large hobby needs and get me around town. The sales guy who helped me was very accomidating and helpful, wrote everything up and was straight up honest about everything. I really appreicate that. So fellow blogger, wish me luck in this transaction. Until the papers are signed, it isn't a solid deal.

Mexico

A lady I work with is going on vacation to Mexcio, for over a week starting on Friday. She is really excited, and tells everyone she sees regardless if she told that person already.

I told her this morning that Mexcio called, and they are closed.