Well, it's been a very long time since I updated this thing. So long, in fact, that the site has gone through one of those 'upgrades' which has me wondering exactly where to find any of the things that make sg interesting.
Not much reason for my posting deficiency...I've been keeping up with all my friends* journals, and even glancing at the occasional set (the overall sexiness of the sets seems to be declining, or perhaps that is just me).
I've been very busy of course. I'm acting as General contractor and designer/architect for a renovation...It's a sixties era condo building, and we've gutted the bathroom, kitchen, and the entire ceiling structure. It's being done in an updated Midcentury modern esthetic with lots of laquer, bricklaid tile, and a spiffy electric blue kitchen. Dealing with electricians and plumbers is loads of fun, and I'm also working with some rookies (including the homeowner) and showing them a little of my world. It's exhausting, but incredibly satisfying work, to help someone build their own home, and to be the genesis of the design. After I'm done I will probably post an essay on the whole thing.
Work goes as work goes...They keep trying to get me to shoulder more supervisory roles, i keep telling them to show me the money...They keep not coming up with any. I may have forstalled this for good though, because I told them to transfer me to the plumbing dept or lose me forever. They have tentatively said yes, so that's good.
I'm headed to thailand soon...I keep dreaming of swimming in water as warm as blood, just floating there looking down at the coral and the rocks, feeling every current caress me like a lover.
Since I'm under the influence of a really good New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, I want to take this opportunity to thank a few people Academy Awards style. Some of these people may have no idea that I even read their journals, all of them are cool.
Brinny is an incredibly talented photographer. Her Macros of odd little objects speak of loneliness, isolation, and the beauty of obsession. Look through her older posts and find out how a chunk of junky old wood can carry a heartbreaking story.
Elichrusos is witty, insane, tender, vicious and circuitous to a fault. She writes in an incredible steganographic style that beckons you teasingly into her world, always striving for another clue about her. Of all the people on this site she is the one I would most like to have dinner with...
DannyG lives the life that the rest of us aspire to....And proves to all of us that when you ARE cool, you still don''t feel cool. Keep on doing it, man, you are an inspiration to all of us to actually get up off our asses and get something done.
Misshell is the dirtiest thing ever (and I mean that in the nicest possible way)
Cilantro is the most effortless companion ever. It's uncanny how comfortable she is to be around. I miss her every single day, but especially when I plan a dinner party...Because she won't be coming.
Awasis rocks, though I doubt she knows it.
Threestares is damned pretty. DAMNED pretty.
* Note, that the word 'friend' came up as 'fiend' in the initial draft...twice in a row. Coincidence? I doubt it. Yeah, I'm talking to YOU Eli...
Not much reason for my posting deficiency...I've been keeping up with all my friends* journals, and even glancing at the occasional set (the overall sexiness of the sets seems to be declining, or perhaps that is just me).
I've been very busy of course. I'm acting as General contractor and designer/architect for a renovation...It's a sixties era condo building, and we've gutted the bathroom, kitchen, and the entire ceiling structure. It's being done in an updated Midcentury modern esthetic with lots of laquer, bricklaid tile, and a spiffy electric blue kitchen. Dealing with electricians and plumbers is loads of fun, and I'm also working with some rookies (including the homeowner) and showing them a little of my world. It's exhausting, but incredibly satisfying work, to help someone build their own home, and to be the genesis of the design. After I'm done I will probably post an essay on the whole thing.
Work goes as work goes...They keep trying to get me to shoulder more supervisory roles, i keep telling them to show me the money...They keep not coming up with any. I may have forstalled this for good though, because I told them to transfer me to the plumbing dept or lose me forever. They have tentatively said yes, so that's good.
I'm headed to thailand soon...I keep dreaming of swimming in water as warm as blood, just floating there looking down at the coral and the rocks, feeling every current caress me like a lover.
Since I'm under the influence of a really good New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, I want to take this opportunity to thank a few people Academy Awards style. Some of these people may have no idea that I even read their journals, all of them are cool.
Brinny is an incredibly talented photographer. Her Macros of odd little objects speak of loneliness, isolation, and the beauty of obsession. Look through her older posts and find out how a chunk of junky old wood can carry a heartbreaking story.
Elichrusos is witty, insane, tender, vicious and circuitous to a fault. She writes in an incredible steganographic style that beckons you teasingly into her world, always striving for another clue about her. Of all the people on this site she is the one I would most like to have dinner with...
DannyG lives the life that the rest of us aspire to....And proves to all of us that when you ARE cool, you still don''t feel cool. Keep on doing it, man, you are an inspiration to all of us to actually get up off our asses and get something done.
Misshell is the dirtiest thing ever (and I mean that in the nicest possible way)
Cilantro is the most effortless companion ever. It's uncanny how comfortable she is to be around. I miss her every single day, but especially when I plan a dinner party...Because she won't be coming.
Awasis rocks, though I doubt she knows it.
Threestares is damned pretty. DAMNED pretty.
* Note, that the word 'friend' came up as 'fiend' in the initial draft...twice in a row. Coincidence? I doubt it. Yeah, I'm talking to YOU Eli...
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So, a friend of mine teaches at a special needs school in Melbourne. Last wek she took her kids on an excursion to the aquarium (Aquariums being nice, fun, and educational all at the same time, this is not an opporunity upon which to to miss out. Get your tickets today). There's about twelve kids with her, and she's taking them on the tour through the aquarium when she's realized she's lost this little autistic boy. Now, losing children is frequently regarded as bad. Losing children in an aquarium is a recipe for all manner of fun.
Run. Panic. Freak out. The kid is absolutely no where to be found for an hour.
When he does turn up, wandering the halls, he's completely sodden. Soaking wet from head to toe.
So my friend asks him where he was, what he did, what he got into. And he looks down and shakes his head, doing his little autistic boy thing. And she's asking him, cajoling him, telling him it's ok, he's not in trouble, we just need to know what you did.
Nothing. Not a word comes out of his mouth.
So they call his mother, and she comes to pick him up. And she's asking him where he was, what he got into, how he got into it, and he's just looking down shaking his head. Clearly, nothing's going to make him talk, so his mother gives up, drives him home.
She takes him home, all sodden and wet and sneezy now, and pops him straight in the shower. She steps out for a moment, and when she get's back...