16. June, 2003 - I’m calling it summer
- One of my projects yesterday was installing the Air Conditioner. My apartment is on the south side of the house, and the outside wall is dark-colored faux-brick (shingles with a brick pattern), so I’m usually one of the first in the neighborhood to have the drone of the A/C coming from my house. The nice thing about installing the A/C is that it’s somewhat sweaty work, but when you’re done, you have a blast of cool air available to you. But then I went looking for a link for this, and discovered that the first hit on google is for a place that sells parts for this particular brand. Apparently it’s not super-reliable, though mine’s been working fine.
- Flowers of Evil: Ask Charles Baudelaire
Q: Is it all right to trim trees in the winter?
A: Yes, provided the temperature isn’t too low. Also, check the trees. If black regiments of larvae flow out of the trees like a dense, ghastly river, and the stench of death is overpowering, throw the trees away; it’s way past trimming time. But bear in mind that you, too, will turn into a rotting mass, to be eaten by vermin. My Love!
[reed]
- Stop Movie Ads! It was bad; now it’s simply awful. You thought you could tolerate the quaint slideshow interleaved with movie trivia and local merchant advertisements. You thought you could ignore the Coca-Cola ads prior to the start of movies. You thought you could tolerate those trailers which spoil both plot points and key scenes. After all, you’d show up early with your date to get a decent seat. Things have changed materially with the widespread use of digital projection. Prior to the start of films you are now subjected to a continous stream of television ads. But it’s worse—everything is so damn big. How to combat this trend? There are both smart and dumb approaches. Booing and heckling the ads seems to be a good strategy, as well as patronizing those theaters which have a no-ad policy. [reed]
- Saturday morning, I went down to Oxman Luggage to buy a real carry-on bag. You know the ones with the wheels that are the maximum size allowed by the airlines so you can carry-on more crap than you could carry if it just had a shoulder-strap. Yeah, that’s the one. Anyway, after years of using soft oversized-gym-bag-type bags, I decided it was time to get some
grown-up luggage
. I’m not sure it was entirely a wise decision (the bag’s really bigger than I want, but the next size down was basically the same nylon stuff I’m trying to get away from), but there it is. Another step down the path of committing adulthood, like the suit I bought earlier this year (one of these days I still need to get the picture of me in it from the bride or her sister).
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