apartment hunting

sometimes i'm unhappy in olympia. these are places i'd like to call my own.

in boston


in austin
New York
San Francisco
Portland
Philadelphia

I just bought these boots. On the internet.

i have been sick in bed all week and i am only barely recovering. i also have a big zit underneath my nose now, which is sickness-related i'm sure. my throat still hurts as well. i began work on the loneliest cookbook, and so far i have a recipe for a single gingersnap and a single carrot muffin. i would like to make a single serving of lasagna, one piece of sushi, a pig in a blanket, a miniature pie, maybe a mini-burger? the world's smallest baked potato for sure. i'm open to ideas.

remember when we feasted upon vegetables of the earth?

sophmore year of college was a pretty great one. This is three years old.

And so, at the dusk of their parting for the mid-Month of October Break, the four convened at the Little White Cottage of Gittleman for a Rocktober (R)Feast of Roasted Root (R)Vegetables. Little Evan James peeled the lettuce and sprinkled with fresh-freak Spring Creek Water from the Brita Tap Filter Faucet System [END LINE]. Little K.-Lane-Chan-Czoka-Karina-Czoka-Karina-Lane-Czoka-Pants spent her preparation time, tended to the Cat Satallites in the backyard Field Vegetables Creek Field. Hannah HannahHorovitz Horovitz stirred the fake beef with just the right amount of canned spicey chili. The garlic and the onions and the black beans swelled together into a wonderful herbed mix of freak fresh water spout decliciousness! Oh what a feast it was turning out to be!! Last but not least, it was Topher F. Maherikans who battered the buttered unbutter potatoes with just the right amount of splish splashed riff-raff schmenkie joint, for the perfect aroma of smells! It was the turning and tossing and flipping and spinning as his eyes were bright with popping -freak water! And so, as the four let the schmenkie-rif-raf-cabbage-potato-radish-turnips-mini-onions sizzle and pop in the yellow metal oven, the four shared a delicious plastic bowl of peeled lettuce, chopped onions and the special treat of a young finger carrot, specially peeled by Topher F and fingernailed by the Scoundrelish H.H. Hororvisions. Sca-sca-sca!!! Upon the moon reaching its penultimate positioning in the frigid 37 degree pelucid-atmospheric-sky, the four used red mits to subtract the lengthy horizontally rectangular metal pans from the charming yellow oven and Little Evan James feasted on the spicey chili and Roasted Root Vegetable Dinner Foods. And so, upon stuffing their rounded faces with such a declicious cornocopia of different colored feasted root freak-water vegetables, they all sat back in their chairs and passed around the computer, poking each other all through the festive night!! And so, my young compartment companions, this Dolphin Afterlife Lion Iron On Cat Satellites should be a lesson to you! Sca-sca-sca-----SCOUNDREL!

i signed up to take my GREs on February 4th at noon. I should probably take some photographs of the cassette tapes and books I bought for $3 at the library sale. Daniel Johnston live at SXSW in 1990 and the replacement's suck, both distributed by k... sonic youth's washing machine, they might be giant's flood, the shangri-la's 12 greatest hits...i don't know, good stuff.

this is a lame blog that i have been writing. i am deeply sorry.

I lost my passport this week, which is a total bummer since it's my only form of ID. Now I'm sick, as well. I slept for twelve house last night. In my time off from sleeping and complaining at work, I have been alternating between staying out until 4am and sitting at home reading Moby Dick, listening to the beach boys and watching nature documentaries. Now I am listening to Evan Dando, and I swear, it's exactly like it was three years ago, except I'm not in the music office, and I haven't been hopped up on caffiene for eleven hours. I have actually quit caffiene AND sugar, but this is only my first day, so who knows how well it will go.

good morning from hannah horovitz and pinball the cat

Monday, September 10th. Great.

Right now I'm sitting in the Kill Rock Stars Warehouse, updating my blog and drinking coffee with a shot of espresso in it. I'm listening to Al Green's cover of I Wanna Hold Your Hand. Did you know that it's possible to listen to the greatest music ever made in the same place? just type "silver abuse" into last.fm and listen to "similar artists". I'm probably not supposed to be here, but I am going to do some mail order so it is not an abuse of privileges. I am not having a good day. I'm listening to This American Life to make myself feel better. I don't know if it will work. It was hot today, and I didn't do much except sweat and talk to people I only know a little bit. Also, did you know that only one person responds to my letters really consistantly?Two if you were to count my mother. I'm not going to. So, one.

I keep thinking of stupid romantic things, and it's probably because I'm tired and grumpy. I guess I should go to the gym tomorrow. I keep looking at jobs on the internet, and I think if I want to do something real I need to move to Seattle or Portland. So I don't know...It's not a choice I really want to make-- I like Olympia right now, and I don't know much about Seattle or Portland.

I'm not homesick, I'm just feeling down. I kind of miss the wowhaus with my room with all of my stuff and people to talk to and lounge with.

I'm reading Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion and I think she ends her pieces really well. It makes my heart sieze up.

hey ollie, i'm sorry that you're hurting post-wisdom removal.
feel better, brothervitz.

summer's end: all i listen to is the talking heads.

this morning, i saw my first fallen leaves of the year. it was a major shock, but I'm doing fine. i had the day off work, pretty much. I biked downtown this morning to give some CDs to stereo total's tour manager and then rode out to lacey along the bike trail. I went to Michaels to pick stuff up for "the worlds smallest baked potato", the stupid movie i've decided to make.

it's been a little weird these past few days: Jon moved to Seattle and Alexia went back to France. I went to a wolves in the throne room show at Caliope last night that had a bonfire, and it was pretty awesome. Today Brandon opened up the pizzeria for a bit and I had dinner with him and his friend Jeff. I also bought a book on gardening and DIY photography stuff. We're going to turn the broken bathroom into a darkroom, and I'm still determined to build a photobooth this winter. So yeah. Lots of projects to keep busy with--who needs friends when you've got complicated projects? Not me. It's mad scientist all the way from here on out. It's raining cats and dogs right now, and I am happy to be inside. I think I might go and eat some chocolate.