Archive for July, 2008
I’ve been busily moving, and have been quite exhausted. now that my roommate is moved in completely and i have a day off, i will be packing up the rest of my belongings and transporting them to the new apartment today. ick… my body is tired of carrying heavy whatnot upstairs.
my new place is considerably smaller than the old place, which has gotten me thinking about why i own so many of so much random stuff. i have two amps (one for bass and one for guitar) and 6 large musical instruments (3 guitars, 1 bass, 1 mandolin, and 1 keyboard). i own 8 bikes, 2 of which are on loan (1 geared road bike, 1 single speed, 1 fixed gear, 1 single speed conversion, 1 geared mountain, 1 single speed mountain). i also have quite the collection of books, half of which are still at my parent’s house in fort worth. i suppose in 26 years, one can accumulate possessions, but some of the bikes have to go. when i worked at my fancy internet job, i needed to do something relaxing at home. this new hobby was building bikes. i really just wanted to make them, although i do ride all of them, i don’t need them. really, how could one need 8 bikes?
so, if you want a bike, i’m selling a single speed road bike conversion, a single speed mountain bike with rigid fork and street tires, and an 8 speed mountain bike with street tires and marzocchi fork. if you are interested in more info, email me.
Lately, i’ve been thinking a lot about a WNYC Radio Lab podcast i listened to on the way home from fort worth a few weeks ago. its about deception, including self-deception… and you can listen to it here.
Also, lately i’ve been reading more of Ken Shimamoto’s writing, especially his pieces about fort worth. i have found that my collection of books includes quite the comprehensive list of titles about fort worth history… and it makes me miss the place, oddly, since i really kind of don’t ever want to live there again. i’ll be there next weekend, though, so i suppose thats soon enough.
ah, and Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami will be added to my top ten best books of my life list.
oh, and we got a letter back saying that neither of the raccoons i came in contact with were free of rabies. woohoo!
Two baby raccoons where playing around on the deck at my coffee shop this morning, stirring up quite the commotion. They were climbing on everything, including the wall, banisters, and tables, and ended up falling into a trash can, becoming trapped. I took the above photos with my cellphone (hence the lack in quality one might be used to after frequenting my site). As i carried the raccoon filled trash can to the park a block from my store, the little cuties leaped out the side and quickly scurried to their home (my coffee shop). They were back to their tricks of grabbing people’s sweaters and bagels and cream cheese cups before i got back inside the store.
After an hour a woman came to the counter to let us know that “One of the raccoons outside just snapped at a kid. You should really do something about them.”
“We called animal control, Ma’am, there is really nothing more we can do other than expect people to use common sense around the wild animals.” it seems that some parents thought a moment with nature was much like petting a strange dog: potentially okay. When did parents stop using common sense and begin allowing their children to approach WILD animals? sure, they’re cute, but you don’t want to reach out to something with claws and teeth and a fidgety attitude.
Animal control (who said the animals would be released into a wooded area after a few days of quarantine) took their time getting to the shop. After the darling sweet little animals were captured, the animal control peeps asked me if i had any contact with them. “a little, i have a scrape on my arm that i don’t remember getting. it was a bit puffy for an hour after i carried them around in the trash can.” A wince and a question followed my admission, “A trash can… hey, we don’t judge. we’ve seen it all. Did one try to bite you?” i must look as stupid to these people as the parents and their “come on small child, lets play with wild animals” look to me.
they will contact me when the animals have been tested. fun. it strange to think that i might be at risk for rabies because a baby raccoon hissed and spit in the direction of a fresh scrape on my arm.
I’ll be moving next week, and in this new “beautiful home” that ben and i plan on building with each other, we will be paying for internet access. thats right, i will actually be paying to get on the internet instead of hoping for a neighbor with an open wireless connection. i’ll be running legit and such.
we might never leave home except to go to work.