Just what urban areas need: big new malls with lots of parking (as long as it’s hidden underground so they can pretend it’s not really there, especially when it’s not being used anyway).
I’m happy to announce that the long hell of summer is finally over around these parts, and that as of this morning, I finally had to give up and turn on the heat since the temperature inside the house was in the upper fifties.
I hate summer and am glad to see it go.
Alas, the cold weather and accompanying blanket fetish are also accentuating my fatigue now that I’m working full-time while going to school full-time while also doing my assorted part-time contract gigs. Suffice to say there has been very little free time this week. OK, what I meant to say is that there has been no free time this week, nor will there be any this weekend. I want more than anything to curl up on the couch and watch movies. That’s not going to happen, though.
It’s all worth it, because I’ve landed my dream job and I’m still quite excited about it. The two months between now and graduation are just going to suck, though, and there’s no way around it. There will be whining and complaining. Please bear with me.
Interesting piece from today’s LA Times on the current status of the house from Double Indemnity. The interior of the house was copied fairly faithfully on a soundstage, while (I assume) the real house was used for some of the exteriors.
The Daily Mirror has additional info.
Obviously Mr. Chronicle reporter meant to use either “downpour” or “cloudburst” in the lead paragraph of this story, because what he described was most definitely not a downburst.
My disorienting moment of the morning involved watching a sexual harassment video where everyone was dressed like cast members from Saved by the Bell inside a building at UNCG I hadn’t entered in eighteen years, and then hearing Jump by Kriss Kross blaring from someone’s car when I walked outside.
It almost made me want a beer and a cigarette.
Utopia
Set Me Free (1980)
Chuckle-worthy, I thought.
And thank you for joining me for this five-minute break from studying for my “stupid GIS class I shouldn’t have taken in the first place but now I’m fucked” midterm.
Eight years ago today, I met the rest of my life. I’ve had a goofy grin on my face ever since.
Happy anniversary, my love.