I think that IQtv [PEGtv] was just playing the Mandlebrot and Julia Set For Lovers video that I bought for Steven in high school. And this makes me laugh and laugh. But maybe they weren't -- I just saw it for a second as I turned stations, and when I went back, it was something about the Army instead.
Today I had the day off, which means cleaning the house, changing the litter boxes [all 4 of them, ugh], doing laundry, etc. It also means unpacking a little bit. Today I was getting all my photography stuff out because I bought some shelves to put them on, and I pulled out my leftover pictures from the b&w class I took in college. In amongst them was a picture of St.Olaf that Timmy took. So I went looking to see if I still had that little guy.
St.Olaf is a tiny little Viking guy that I got at a church sale with Timmy one fine day in, what, 2000? I put some putty on his feet and stuck him to the dashboard of my light blue K car that was affectionately called the Station Dragon [it had an oil problem that sometimes caused it to smoke under the hood at stoplights]. [Another aside: at the time, Timmy affectioately called me Tiger Ariel, so we were crouching Tiger Ariel and her hidden Station Dragon.] St.Olaf stayed there until the day that car died and went to car heaven. I know that I kept him, but whhheeerrrre? After much digging through boxes, I found him in the same place I keep my "treasures" -- alongside my tarot cards, a few crystals, some cow teeth and bird skulls, and a jar of snow from October 1990. He's missing a foot, but he still has his spear.
St.Olaf represents a weird golden time in college, where I was kind of wandering free, without any moors. It was the first time I felt completely alone and completely free -- I drove around in that car everywhere, by myself, in the dark, randomly. I don't do that now, you know. I had some madness in me and no fear. I often skipped class and fell asleep in sun-warmed grass. I started conversations with strangers and wrote a lot. A lot.
Once the husband gets a new car, that little Viking is going back up on my dash.
8 years ago, Josh and I agreed to go out to dinner at O'Charley's in M'boro. We didn't realize until we got there that it was Valentine's Day. I think I ate soup.
Today we bought our very first bed -- we've been sleeping on my great grandmother's bed [and mattress!] for 7 years, and for the last two weeks, a fold out couch. This is revolutionary for us. Good sleep! I can't imagine! No burst springs in my side! No room for the cats to be under the bed [digging hidey holes into the box spring]! No lumpy, discolored, spider-infested mattresses breaking our backs for 7 hours a night!
Also, I'm starting to cook. Bernie got me the CIA cookbook, and I started with hard boiling eggs. I mean, might as well start with the easiest thing in the book, right? Tonight it will tell me amazing ways to cook greenbeans.
The new house is great. I can't believe how low my standard was for living. We are excited about having heat, ferchrissakes. I will post pictures as soon as we get reliable interwebs and I get my own lappy set up. [I also have restarted picadays, but have yet to upload.]
I turned 30 last week. I have dubbed this year the Season of Shows, much in the vein that I said last summer was The Summer Of Yes. Already, I have been to see Girls [and Magic Kids], and Tortoise [openers Dissappears]. And we have tickets for Beach House and Vampire Weekend. Open for suggestions on other shows I need to go to.
I have lost my touch with webdesign. I can't even figure out how to move my tweets to where the blogs normally go. And now I'm trying to enable blogger's comments since my old ones pooped out a long time ago. Epic fail!
It is tiresome to try and weed through my inbox after 3 months of not checking my email. And the sad thing is, it's mostly facebook myspace belcourt and other random shit from other websites that i rarely use because i am so rarely on the interwebs. But thank you all for still keeping me in your webby presences.
