Recovering from surgery again. This time, a different kind of pain. Can’t tell if it’s less or more. Was only planning on being out for the day, but I guess I should have learned last time; they said it was going to be not so bad and it turned out to be pretty horrible. This is pretty much one of the more horrible times to be dealing with this sort of thing.
Finally called on my poor Yashica I’d handed off a month ago to have repaired, only to find that it couldn’t be repaired and he was willing to return it and sell me something similar for the cost of the repair (about ten bucks). The advance arm got stuck forward and no matter what I tried, it wouldn’t return. It was the original Electro 35 from 1966 and I’d bought it randomly from Salvation Army on 99w in Beaverton for $11.99 on a whim. I had no idea how much it was worth, nor what it was capable of. I got to work yesterday and found a GSN (1973, a few more models advanced from the original) on ebay for 30 bucks. I ddin’t expect to see it until the end of the week, so it was a pleasant surprise to find it waiting for me on my doorstep when I got home this afternoon. I put a roll of Mitsubishi 400 in and took a walk. Stoked, for sure.
Is it possible to bite into a blueberry without thinking to yourself, oh man- now that is what the summer tastes like- that is what would happen if you squeezed sunshine, fresh grass, 80 degrees at 10pm, 80 degrees at 6am, water from the hose, and clear blue sky all into one hardworking little berry??? I don’t think it can be done.
If you live in this town, you know that the Rexall closed down a while ago. We walked by it this weekend. The sun was so perfect coming in the huge open windows. An amazing open space in the center of this city. I decided I’m going to live there. I bet the rent is cheap.
How could I ever have gotten Mark Wahlberg (marky mark and the funky bunch, I heart huckabees, four brothers, the list goes on…) and his far less interesting and talented brother Donnie Wahlberg (new kids on the block…and…dot dot dot…drawing a blank here…) mixed up?
I often forget that there are people in this world who make things just to make things- that design for the sole purpose of pushing things into existance. Yes, they make money. But they aren’t promoting anything. They aren’t selling a product. They don’t have to tell you that Dad’s weekend is coming on the 31st, or that if you bring this piece of paper in you get a $5 gift certificate. Oh to dream.
Truly some of the most innovating and inspiring concepts in design that I’ve seen in a long time. Ingenious ideas that really make you think about the form and function of everyday objects and living spaces.
Been slacking on posts lately. Had to do a little recouperating after this last term. Summer’s here though and it looks to be a particularly wonderful one. I’ll be taking classes, working the same internship, and also working with a freelance client. Lots of camping trips. Lots of $$ in gas. But most importantly, plenty of s-u-n. I’m in.
Hillstomp and McDougall show lastnight was awesome. Shall have photos and music and whatnot soon. Their percussion was buckets/grill cover/ strainer/ washboard and spoons/ other random hillbilly accoutraments and the guy played a cigar box and broomstick guitar. Intense stage presence; the album doesn’t do it justice. McDougall was a one man guitar and harmonica outfit and I also bought his cd- a hand stenciled half-folded innerds of a pizza box with a typed-up listing of the songs and what inspired them. This is how music should go.