It’s funny about things, how we dust and rearrange, curating our small museums of things we hold dear. Most of these items have shown up in this album many times before, but now they’ve moved to a shelf where the Christmas tree used to be.
I’d been meaning to get a thing to house a record player for some time, but nothing jumped out at me (or it was prohibitively expensive). So instead of waiting any longer, I went to IKEA. This will do just fine, for now and maybe for a long time.
And yes, after taking this photo I now am aware the assembly instructions are under there.
I don’t know what that smokestack is way off in the distance, but I like to imagine it is some fantastic factory.
The weather turns quickly, back to what feels more like winter. Made a quick trip through the rain to visit with friends gathered around a football game up in Dayton. I marvel at the youngest of the group who may now officially be categorized as toddler. Topics skip from superbowls to cats, music to tv shows. Sherlock from the BBC is highly recommended. It’s apparently an awesome series, but better yet? There are very few episodes. After that Lost debacle, I’m picky to invest.
I bid adieu before I’d like to and rush home for a delicious meal with good company.
Craving second helpings for every moment of the day.
Intermission in The Writer’s Block Blocker by Greg Lofaro. A most peculiar chapbook I received as a gift, with each page a vignette to encourage wandering of the mind. There’s connectedness to it, and the production alone is engaging: a combination of silkscreen, laser printer and hand-binding. I quite dig it.
In other news: I took down the tree today. It was a much needed task to make it feel like the house is in order and the new year can officially begin. Plus, there’s been this springlike weather and dusting the corners felt like the proper thing to do.
The light is surreal, shifting between sun and rain. (And by surreal I mean, Photoshoppy.)
In other news, I was overdue for a flu shot. They have these stubby needles now. “It’ll feel like a bee sting” she said. Which was a bad way to describe it as I’d rather have a needle jab than a bee sting.
Two good friends started playing this game called Hay Day and exclaimed it was fantastic. So I gave it a whack before bed one night and now I understand their… obsession. It’s essentially a Role Playing Game on a farm where you try to level up and get new goodies. Instead of magic spells and armor you’re vying for a chicken coop or pie oven.
Two mechanics are new two me: time based resource development and the ability to buy your way out of a jam with real money. The former makes for nice short sessions of play; five minutes and you’re done, you can walk away for hours until a crop is ready for harvest or animals are ready for tending. The in-app purchases to advance however, make the whole thing feel like gambling. It colors the gameplay with annoying intent.
I’m sure at some point I’ll hit a wall and the app will lie dormant like Angry Birds, Draw Something or Words with Friends. Nonetheless, I’m enjoying this time wasting and appreciating the short spurts of interaction.
Back home and the city was looking good as ever. Would appreciate some winter-like weather though. It feels like spring.