Cayucas
High School Lover (2013)
Your basic LA hipster pop but it’s catchy as all gitout.
The biggest barrier I’ve had to cross in my parents’ house has been getting it restored to my own standard of cleanliness and order. It may shock anyone who’s known me for a long time to learn that I’ve become something of a neat freak the past few years–a rather neat and tidy housekeeper. I have some thoughts about the psychological basis as to how and when this drastic shift occurred, most of which have to do with my need to find some aspect of my life over which I could have complete control at a time when I felt like I was starting to lose it, but I’ll skip all that for now and say that it’s been hard getting the house to that point but I’m beginning to see the light.
There’s still a fair amount of stuff I need to get rid of here before I start moving some of my own stuff in, but I’m spending three or four nights a week here now and it’s not altogether uncomfortable. I’m seeing less of my dad lying on the floor back in January or my mom being completely paranoid and hysterical the year before, and more of where my books and toys and things might look good. Getting my own furniture in here will be a big help but that will probably have to wait until I sell my current house.
After the jump, see where I am so far.
Louis-Jean Cormier
Tout le monde en même temps (2012)
Thoughts for a Sunday night spent with yet another “dark Canadian drama” recommended by Netflix:
- Speaking of Netflix, does anyone really ever select a movie because it’s on the “popular on Facebook” list?
- My favorite tacqueria has remodeled during my several-month absence. It’s a little too bright orange and I’m not wild about it but at least they didn’t raise the prices.
- I thought I might burn out on the francophone pop now that I can get it in the car anytime via XM. I haven’t. If you’re not liking the videos, I’m afraid it won’t be getting better for you anytime soon.
- Shredded cheese is buy two, get three free at the Harris Teeter. I am now prepared for the dairy apocalypse, should it occur before the stuff expires.
- Correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t this essentially the plot of The Simpsons Movie?
Dorval
On a créé un monstre (2011)
Eight years ago this week, I was working furiously on my escape from San Francisco. It’s hard to believe it’s been so long since we filled up the pod, packed up the Toyota, and left the city like a couple of refugees. So much has happened since then. I’ve called one apartment and three different houses “home” on a variety of levels. I went back to school, got my Master’s, and started an entire new career. I’ve said goodbye to the three most important people in my life, although two of them are still around, if in a somewhat unrecognizable format. The Toyota went several years ago, replaced by a Buick that will be going away soon, too. I’ve reconnected with the East Coast, bonded with Pittsburgh, contemplated cohabiting with Canada, and have pretty much never looked back at San Francisco even for a second. Some rotten things have happened to me here (loss, depression, cancer…) but all in all, I’ve done pretty well on this end of the country and I know that I’m at the right longitude if maybe not yet at the optimal latitude.
Most of the time, geography is not really the cure-all we want it to be, but at two times in my life–when I moved to San Francisco and when I left–the change really was just what I needed. I don’t regret either move.
Random stuff for a Thursday afternoon:
- At least the city council gets it, even if Rob never will (as usual): I’d argue that very few–if any–urban areas have ever been substantially improved through the addition of a massive casino.
- Amazing what crack will do to a body, isn’t it?
- California moves boldly into 2002.
- Looks like Greensboro is getting a Smithfield’s just as I’m (sort of) relocating here. That’s happy news.
- The Quebecois Tom Waits lives, in case you were wondering.
The lady I work with told me it was very odd for her when she called the phone company to disconnect her parents’ land line. I just did the same thing and it was in fact pretty strange. My parents had had the same phone number for forty-nine years. It was the number I grew up with (although it was on its third area code) and I’m reasonably certain I’ll have it committed to memory till the day I die.
I remember being really amazed about eleven years ago when I discovered that Mark’s parents’ phone number was exactly one digit higher than my own parents’ number. It’s a good number; for a brief moment, I considered reassigning it to my cell phone. But it’s time to move on.
Random things for your Wednesday morning reading:
- My (completely inappropriate) reaction was “better dry ice than dip.”
- That whole Rob Ford crack thing is just getting weirder and weirder.
- Ooh. I know where I’m going this weekend. And I’m really kind of sad to see the old store go even though it actually opened in 1950, not the 1930s as the article said. And older (still-standing) store two blocks away that had been an A&P was the one that opened in the 1930s.
- Don’t get me started on supermarkets, eh?
- Moving day next week at work. It will be nice finally having a window again after spending almost three years “temporarily” quartered in a repurposed conference room. I’m now managing three full-time people and seven or eight students at a time so it’s a trifle tight in here.
- Is there any aspect whatsoever of Time Warner Cable that doesn’t suck? Just curious.
OK. I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel. So much for that planned return to high-quality content…
I may downsize, but you didn’t really think this could be home without an Elmo, did you?
And yes, having the matched set does make me better than everyone else, thanks…