If you read this, and you are reading this now, and you are an inquisitive type of person, you might be wondering, or you might have been wondering as lately as a few minutes ago, what I have been up to. No good. I have been up to, and including, no good.
The truth is, the cold, hard truth is, I've been apartment hunting! "How goes the apartment hunt?" you may now being asking. Good question. No good. It has been no good.
Actually things are looking decidedly better as of today. As of just about an hour ago, actually. I made an appointment to look at quite an adorable and cheap place in downtown medford and I happened upon an ad for a very very cute studio apartment in Ashland that I want very very badly and am going to be calling about as soon as I finish this.
I talked to one person the other day while I was on campus in ashland and she described a studio she is renting that is a converted garage attached to her own home. The ad described it as a studio apartment with great views and a private sauna. Very strange, I thought. And it got stranger. She said that the small kitchen, a kitchenette, had a crock pot, two hot plates, a convection oven and that the shower and toilet were sort of in the kitchen. And then a whole separate room was attached for the private sauna. Is it just me or would the average renter prefer having that room made into a bathroom so that you didn't have to pee and shower next to your refrigerator? Maybe it is just me. The whole story is longer but I don't feel like going into it all here. Needless to say, I will not be renting this apartment. Anyway. This whole thing is sort of weird because I don't even know if I'll be living here in 6months of I get into grad school but I really honestly think the chances of that are very very low. So I figured I'll either live somewhere for 6months and be happy to move because it means I got into grad school, or I'll be happy that I moved out because I wanted to move out anyway. Anywho, I kind of like moving and setting up a new place and stuff so all is not lost.
Anybody need my opinion on anything? I feel like I haven't been able to be opinionated and righteous and judgemental enough lately. Maybe I am getting older. I am letting my gray hair grow out. I have a few nice big streaks making their way here and there across my head. I've decided not to cut or dye my hair until it is long enough for a decent length of my natural hair color, which I've not seen in about 10 years. I think it will make me look more mature and that people will take me more seriously. I think it will definitely help when looking for an apartment.
This was really boring. Sorry.
March 1, 2007
It is like a Sauna in this bathroom. And where's the toilet?
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I had, as you know, a shower in my kitchen in my New York apartment. But at least the toilet was separate. Sakes alive. I'm glad you're moving. Moving is fun. We might move. But I can't acknowledge that. Because there's a freaking baby coming any minute now. Although I think he'll take his time. I may use your word verification as a baby name. orxhf. Orxhf Adams. Arxhf Adams. Is that cheating? This boy is so strong and violent. I think he may weigh seventy-three pounds. Well, eventually. Did you know that the sun, whose rays are all ablaze with everliving glory, does not deny his majesty; he scorns to tell the story. He won't exclaim, "I blush for shame, so kindly be indulgent." But fierce and bold in fiery gold, he glories all effulgent. I mean to rule the earth, as he the sky. We really know our worth, the sun and I.
Ajax is growing on me.
This time the word verification was ajhtj. So there's the perfect solution right there. Ajhtj. Pronounced A-gedch. Al Jazira. Abu Greb. Ahole. Pronounced, Ahhh-Holy. Because he will be so holy. There are lots of great greek Anames. Aname. What about Amanda? Not the name, but rather, what about me? Moving IS fun!!!! I can't wait!!
Oh, and by the way, the best way to get rid of a little ajax growing on you is to use Ajax. Also good for your grout.
Okay, so you are thinking of moving. Blah blah blah. Here's what interests me today - the lyrics for "Twelve Thirty (Young Girls Who Come into the Canyon," an old tune by the Mamas and the Papas. I want everyone to study these lyrics and report back to me at murgerald@gmail.com to give an explanation of these questions.
1. If he used to live in New York City, where is he now? California? The canyon is like the canyons near Hollywood?
2. Why are the young girls coming into the canyon? Are they just naive young girls? And is this guy a peeping tom looking at these young girls through drawn blinds? Or are they young hookers and he can't stop talking about them?
3. If he feels good about saying "good morning" to people, is he saying good morning to the young girls? Is this guy an older perv? Or is he just glad to be out of New York, to be in a friendly place?
4. "Cloudy waters cast no reflection
Images of beauty lie there stagnant
Vibrations bounce in no direction
And lie there shattered into fragments"
If he is in a happy and friendly place, why all these negative images as the song ends? If there is no reflection, is he like a Dracula guy? And is that why the "vibrations bounce in no direction and lie there shattered into fragments"? And what is he doing staring into cloudy waters? Is he about to commit suicide?
5. Here are the full lyrics below. You might actually listen to the song if you can get hold of a Mamas and Papas greatest stuff album. Since most of their material is pretty fluffy, I'd like to know how the Youth of America feel about these lyrics.
I used to live in new york city
Every thing there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said 12:30
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the morning I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I cant keep myself from talking.
At first so strange to feel so friendly
To say good morning and really mean it
To feel these changes happening in me
But not to notice till I feel it.
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the morning I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I cant keep myself from talking.
Cloudy waters cast no reflection
Images of beauty lie there stagnant
Vibrations bounce in no direction
And lie there shattered into fragments.
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the morning I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I cant keep myself from talking.
"I can no longer keep my blinds drawn"
I always thought it was "I can no longer keep my body warm"
Going to listen to it now because blinds drawn and body warm are two completely different things.
Also, I don't think you'll find any of America's youth here, Uncle Gerry. Practically 30, we are, with quickly shrivelling ovaries.
Huh. It IS blinds drawn.
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