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Aug. 5th, 2003 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
labrujahMy room is super-close to being habitable. Today we busted out the painting and now have only to sweep up the sheetrock dust and scrape all the putty off the floor. Oh and let the toxic fumes go away, which I have been breathing all day long on top of a ladder, sharing a rung with a bucket of paint and reaching as far as I can to fill in one tiny corner.
It is so swampy, not hot but just damp like New Orleans or something. I don't mind but the rugs are a bit squishy, it's like stepping on a very flat recently dead animal. I can't wait to throw them all out.
Did anybody read the article about giant squid in the latest McSweeney's? It made me so excited on the subway that I wanted to tell everybody about it. Squids have the biggest eyes of any animal, the size of a dinner plate. Which reminds me of a time in college when I drank too much Carlo Rossi (god) and got the spins and couldn't lie down in bed, so I got up at 5 a.m. and painstakingly detailed a pen and ink copy of a mosaic of a squid (with big eyes) in the dining room of my college dorm.
Also my favorite insane friend Paul is coming to visit next week. He builds large structures such as upholstered trees and ice caves that you can crawl inside of and have different rooms and levels. They are excellent. He works really hard and is one of the two people who, by example, have shown me what it means to be an artist. It means not calling your friends for 6 weeks for drinks or snacks because you are obsessed with making a hunk of plaster look just like a dog. Some other facts and observations about Paul: he looks and seems about 10 years younger than he is (and he's vain about it too!) He is one of those boys (I have a disproportionate amount of them in my life) who everybody thinks is gay, but is not. He is just sensitive and likes nice clothes and notices women's shoes. I hate going to museums but I will go with Paul because he gets so excited, it's actually fun. Except then he never wants to leave.
I met Paul when Jen and I were selling jokes on Bedford Ave. about 1000 years ago. I thought he was fussy and didn't like him at first. Since then I have seen him riding a bike with a giant pig head on it, let him borrow my jeans, and forgotten where exactly he gets his disturbing supply of human teeth.
It is so swampy, not hot but just damp like New Orleans or something. I don't mind but the rugs are a bit squishy, it's like stepping on a very flat recently dead animal. I can't wait to throw them all out.
Did anybody read the article about giant squid in the latest McSweeney's? It made me so excited on the subway that I wanted to tell everybody about it. Squids have the biggest eyes of any animal, the size of a dinner plate. Which reminds me of a time in college when I drank too much Carlo Rossi (god) and got the spins and couldn't lie down in bed, so I got up at 5 a.m. and painstakingly detailed a pen and ink copy of a mosaic of a squid (with big eyes) in the dining room of my college dorm.
Also my favorite insane friend Paul is coming to visit next week. He builds large structures such as upholstered trees and ice caves that you can crawl inside of and have different rooms and levels. They are excellent. He works really hard and is one of the two people who, by example, have shown me what it means to be an artist. It means not calling your friends for 6 weeks for drinks or snacks because you are obsessed with making a hunk of plaster look just like a dog. Some other facts and observations about Paul: he looks and seems about 10 years younger than he is (and he's vain about it too!) He is one of those boys (I have a disproportionate amount of them in my life) who everybody thinks is gay, but is not. He is just sensitive and likes nice clothes and notices women's shoes. I hate going to museums but I will go with Paul because he gets so excited, it's actually fun. Except then he never wants to leave.
I met Paul when Jen and I were selling jokes on Bedford Ave. about 1000 years ago. I thought he was fussy and didn't like him at first. Since then I have seen him riding a bike with a giant pig head on it, let him borrow my jeans, and forgotten where exactly he gets his disturbing supply of human teeth.
