6.04.2007

Monday June 4, 2007

Amid a few living-room guests lately, I've been trying to pack up at least a box per night of stuff to move to Milwaukee & Cincinnati.  I know that the biggest bitch will be moving my solid-steel filing cabinet; close behind that is going to be finally throwing away lots of papers from said filing cabinet.  It's mostly a script repository at this point, but there are also three years of painstakingly archived Vogues which are a) gorgeous b) earmarked with visual ideas and c) really fucking heavy.  Goodbye, pretty Vogue file. 
(Also, what in christ's name will I do with the 250 8x10 headshots I ordered in 2006, intent on going to get my MFA?  Egocentric origami?)


Once again, I'm working my way to the back of the pantry, where all those "I think it might be good for me to eat this....later on" purchases migrate.  I've got plans for the couscous and the polenta and the lentils, but the huge box of whole wheat baking mix?  Not a clue.  I don't really want to go out and buy dried fruits or somesuch just to make scones to use this up, esp. as that would also mean getting sugar, butter, etc.  Inefficient.  And then I'd have 72 scones, which is far more crumbly breakfast biscuit that I could consume in a month.  I'm not entirely sure why I even bought any baking mix in the first place.


The new first-floor tenant with windows facing the courtyard has apparently purchased a new stereo, because from 10 a.m. to midnight each day for the past week, he's been sharing his music with everyone on the block.  Normally, this doesn't bother me (Scissor Sisters while cooking dinner? ok!  The Hollies as I read the Sunday paper? lovely!), but his Saturday afternoon was devoted to Shania Twain, which annoyed me mightily.  I may have to leave a note on his door indicating that perhaps he should reconsider some of his recent iTunes purchases.

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