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LIVE, OBSESS, THINK

it was all frosty’s doing


Doing a lot of crawling around with my camera in the “transitional neighborhoods” which are the opportunity playgrounds for developer folk like my employers.

Noticed little curious details like the old snow route indicators… They haven’t changed since I was a child. Before I could read – I was convinced it was a conspiracy with Frosty no doubt at the helm.

I don’t even know if the city uses these tags anymore… It’s been a long-long time since we’ve gotten any serious snow.

The era when I was wondering what those signs meant, winters meant going outside and playing in snow drifts taller than I was.

Speaking of… if you haven’t gone to see An Inconvienient Truth – please do…. Not for the beyond-gratuitous Macintosh PowerBook placement…. go see it for the info.

Remember the Apple ad campaign when the movie Independence Day came out?
“Apple – the power to save the world.”

Now here we are a decade later and look what’s in the hand of the man who’s going to spearhead the new ECOnomy? A PowerBook….

Who’s he workin for now? Yup.
You guessed it.

Doesn’t anyone else find that a creepily chicken?

OBSESS, PLAY

the devil you say?

So if I went out of my way to find a supplier who sold trash containers that come in different colors, (yet were all the same)…. and then design and fabricate vinyl labels for said trash cans to label them… would that mean I’m O.C.D. as well or just really pissy?

I think I’ve finally lost it.

Because,… well.. this side of snuggles, venution love pods, molded plywood furniture, oral sex and old Duran Duran singles…. these make me happy.

Like crazy happy… Like I take out the recycling just so I can gaze upon at their clean, ordered simplicity sitting in the carport. I drag friends out to show them… they give me the same nervous nods of approval as when I got the Dyson and felt compelled to demonstrate it to anyone fool enough to walk through our front door. (“Wow… he’s really lost it this time.”)

It’s a longing I started to articulate a while back after we ate at the Contemporary Art Museum.

Now if I can just apply this to everything else.

An uphill battle… I live with and love two clutterbugs…. The score last I checked: YINS: 1 YANGS: 2

Did anyone else notice it’s 06/06/06 today?

I know biblical scholars have discovered that “666” has been inaccurate all these years and it’s really more like “333”…. so that means today doesn’t really mean very much unless you’re Ozzy Osborne….. Nonetheless, I think I’m going to enjoy making my christian coworkers nervous today by pointing out the date.

The Devilâ„¢ can be found wherever you want to project him.

A specific date.

Rock music.

Dancing.

A flank steak.

A chicken.

OBSESS

tickle


What’s with that smell that happens when you put a bunch of packaged candy together?

I used to enjoy sticking my head in my trick-or-treat bag and smelling the mix after raiding the neighborhood as a kid.

They’ve established that odors can be some of the strongest of memory triggers…. I believe it… Walking through the Halloween candy section at Target always throws me into a nostalgia fugue.

That is until I get distracted by the damn cute graphics that Target is notorious for.

This year’s Halloween displays are especially super-cool.

They tickle me.

I don’t blog.

LIVE, OBSESS

damn near fifteen


Alright… I now know that 12 hours is about the maximum I can go in a car…. Driving or riding…. (We made it in 14.5).

Driving through Tennessee was a more scenic than any schlep through Illinois or Indiana..

We detoured through the military base town where Kevin used to be stationed and then lived immediately after his tour of duty.

Military towns are something else…. Bases, in and of themselves, are their own self-contained cities… So, outside of the gates, what you wind up getting is a ring of sin-based commerce: Tattoo parlors, pawn shops, bars, fast food chains, Wal-mart and motels…. hmm.. that’s about it.

We really didn’t have any reason to stop… The drive-through was enough for Kevin… We wound up pulling over anyway to marvel at burnt-out, yet still utilized, mid-century hotels.

I wasn’t allowed to linger though since, of course, the one part of town that aesthetically interested me the most was also the worst possible according to Kevin.

There’s a wireless hotspot here…. Too bad I don’t blog – it’d be handy to grab my morning coffee, jump on the golf cart, (yes…. golf cart – but it’s NOTHING like you’re imagining…. film at 11), and run up and make posts and stuff before the guys get up.