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commentary: What do the youth in Asia have to do with trees? Particularly the one that used to be in our front yard.

Finally got enough cash squirreled away to put the the aged storm-battered pine down….

Dealing with the tree trimming guys was a mild nightmare… What should have taken a day to drop the tree in front and top the elm in back, turned into four days and near fist-fight between Kevin and the company’s owner in the front yard. It all worked out in the end…

Despite the eye-sore.
Dangerous falling limbs.
Potential liability nightmares.
Summers of goo-sap covered cars.

I still feel gut wrenching regret about it.

Our lot feels stark-ass naked now.. The guys are reassuring me that the landscaping opportunities ahead will make up for the loss… I believe ’em.

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Kevin and I stayed home today.

Bette Midler is in town… Chad’s working a double… (Concert events downtown mean crazy business for Hard Rock)… He’s sure to return home exhausted and his little pockets full of cash since the restaurant will be crawling with homosexuals and late-middle-aged women, both notoriously good tippers.

Years working with an architectural photographer has made me really sensitive to light patterns and their relation to the time of day and year.

Since we’re in our first year at the new house, I’m discovering when and where the light comes. It’s kind of stupidly fun.

At 11am in December, the livingroom corner explodes with light…. right where the tree-like, metalic, Christmas tree-symbol thing is.

I took a moment from working on the sofa to bask in the sparklyness of it all.

so… it doesn’t smell like pine – but it sure is pretty in the right lighting situations.

la…. I’m not blogging.

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Another cold nasty day – I worked from home.

Well.. I “tried” to work at least. Mario-Kart is our new crack.

Our friend Carl who’s home is right around the corner from the studio in the city has perma-lent his vintage aluminum christmas tree to us for our first Christmas in the new house.

The whole thing came packaged in a modest 3′ x 2′ x 3′ box. I wondered how in the hell a 7′ tree could come out it… Well.. The answer is ONE FRIGGIN BRANCH at a time.

Chad took to sicking the branches in while Kevin and I marveled over the cheesy-cool color wheel. It’s sticking – so a trip to Radio Shack will be in order soon to buy a little motor and re-engineer our own.

Having trouble finding a place for it… We wound up pulling a chair and sticking it by the window near the fireplace. It’s…. It’s…. well….. very shinny…. Almost hypnotic – but honestly the traditionalist in me has me missing our normal natural tree. My old-fashionedness is checked by my adoration of kitsch.

Note to self:
1) Buy fake pine tree scent spray.
2) Don’t blog about tin monstrosity in living room.