Canadian Weed on Steroids
Three days into my gardening project and the light is still green. In case you haven't caught on, I tend to do everything fly by night around here, interests are fleeting, my attention span is short (but prolific). Now I am not quite ready for harvest, but I am still optimistic and excited about my "little project." I planted several varieties of tomatoes the other day and green peppers and cukes, but today I added a little zucchini, a red pepper, basil, cilantro, and peas and green beans from seeds. I am all about non-organic gardening, so I took the easy route and supplemented my seedlings with a little power-packed steroid cocktail to keep the buggies away and promote veggie growth. I have no idea where the first plants came from (ala my local grocery), but Home Depot gets all of its plants from Canada. I actually think this is sort of strange because 1) its colder in Canada and presumably harder to nurture plants (but since they
have plants, it's not that much of a stretch of the imagination) 2) they give you such a hard time about bringing flora and fauna over the border. Once again, huge multinationals have just as much sway in the global market as do nation states, so maybe by royal decree, Home Depot owns its own border crossing and can illegally smuggle hydrangeas and eggplant plants away. Just the same, before I tire of this, let's get to the fun part of eating my labors,
eh?
I am happy to report that my second day at my new job was infinitely better than the first. My boss wasn't around to discuss the department transfer I dreamed up, but I realize now that I just disliked the girls I worked with yesterday. Others set a much more examplary and professional example and it'll just be a regular old job and not the nightmare I feared. It is also entirely possible that working 12 hours on Wednesday made me predisposed to be miserable and cranky. My mom came to visit me and pointed out the one potential good point of this job, being near the door and just watch guys come in to buy stereos and techie stuff. Great mom, thanks for being so mature,
it's so radically awesome to look at cute 19yr olds. Whatever, it's a paycheck and since the Gap continues to cold shoulder me right into the poor house I have just about run out of alternatives. Going in again tonight and all day tomorrow, hoping to get Sunday hours too... making $400 this week would make me smile big and bright.
I had a nice treat last night as an old friend blew in from San Francisco and met me for a drink. I always feel uncomfortable mentioning names of people whom I don't see very often or don't know that I write this thing, so that's why I am less likely to disparage / identify them by name, but, if you are a friend, you can probably figure out who it is anyway. Anywho, this friend of mine is getting an MA in Art Direction at SF Academy of Art and more than anyone else I've ever know, is the living embodiment of Sylvia Plath's collection of foreign boyfriends. Think back to
The Bell Jar and Constantine, Attila... well, good to see that some things never change and she's moved onto a Swede named Victor and now a 28-yr old bike messenger named Hans. Interestingly enough, this Hans dyes his hair red. Only in California would a guy willingly become a red head, I think. But anyway, it was a fun catch-up session and a break from the usual South Windsor sleepiness. She's in town for another week or so, so I am looking forward to seeing her again.
I am living up to my goals of being a more organized person. My car is spotless, and trust me, if you've seen me living out of it for the past two weeks, you'll understand the magnitude of that accomplishment. I made a big dent in the office, largely because it doubles as the spare bedroom and Kristin has an out of town guest this weekend, but just the same, I did it. My sister says our bathroom is next. Whoa Nelly, I am a beauty product freak. I am low maintenance in the sense that I can shower and get out of the house in 35 mins or so, but I am high maintenance in the sense that I have hundreds of dollars worth of lotions and potions in my regiment. Last week when I was staying in Middlebury and just sort of took over Nathan's sink room, a friend remarked that the cosmetic counter at Filene's exploded. This is my next project because I can't take it all with me (although I'll try) and there are plenty of half-used shampoos, bubble baths, and lipsticks that can be shitcanned. I think I'll console my post-pardom depression by buying myself a whole new collection of perfumed soapy things when I finally move into my new place.
I've been reading my Ikea catalogue too much since it arrived and I've made a decision about the decor of my new pad. I've decided to scratch my preppy pinks and sage greens and go for a more modern look, white, black, and red - a real sharp and sleek Italian modernism look. Ikea promotes these colors and that scheme more and it is one of my favorite looks, it already compliments what few housewares I have. Bold, graphic, slick and cool - I guess it's me too a T, I can live in that and I think I can live well. Also, I am moving out some generic white furniture, so I think I might as well embrace the el cheapo pre-fab white particle board look and accent that with some back and white photography Akari lamps and red dining room chairs. It's going to be hot, wait and see, it'll be like this blog - simple, red, black and white, geometrical with me written all over it. This is fun stuff, more fun than taking a shower and going to work, which is what I have to do now.
posted by lmjasinski at 2:36 PM
