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(S)A Big 10-8 Place
Oct. 8th, 2002 01:40 pmToday's diatribe focuses on beauty, of which the Big 10-8 team, aka Negativland, only qualifies in that twisted American Beauty sense of the term.
Her anecdote is one of finding a beautiful coffee table book and hating herself for not being able to afford it, or the sort of lifestyle portrayed within. Eventually, she determined that she was starved for beauty in her daily life, and cures the situation with several market bouquets that cost a 10th of the book.
Yesterday my upstairs neighbor heard “my” TV, and peeked in wondering if I was watching The Shrubbery mangle us into a War. I had to check what channel it was on. I merely had it on for noise while sorting through the boxen. Not that I've yet disposed of the plastic bags, however anally well-sorted they may be.
I ended up at her place for dinner. She had 2 tiny vases, perhaps shot glasses, with flowers floating in them. Not roses, just the various flowers still blooming in the neighborhood. And a beanbag lizard wearing an acorn cap. Not expensive details, but SA lady would applaud. I mean, heck, I have those tiny brandy snifters, and the crystal martini glasses mom gave me. (I need to have a martini party... just as soon as I acquire a sufficient number of martini drinking friends.) Not sure I want to take the neigborhood flowers away from where they are.
I need a clothing swap. I doubt I have the intestinal fortitude to host one. I have space this month, but not enough time.
I need to figure out who is coming to the mazes, and whether I should have a gaming brunch Sunday in honor of the Zarf.
Her anecdote is one of finding a beautiful coffee table book and hating herself for not being able to afford it, or the sort of lifestyle portrayed within. Eventually, she determined that she was starved for beauty in her daily life, and cures the situation with several market bouquets that cost a 10th of the book.
Yesterday my upstairs neighbor heard “my” TV, and peeked in wondering if I was watching The Shrubbery mangle us into a War. I had to check what channel it was on. I merely had it on for noise while sorting through the boxen. Not that I've yet disposed of the plastic bags, however anally well-sorted they may be.
I ended up at her place for dinner. She had 2 tiny vases, perhaps shot glasses, with flowers floating in them. Not roses, just the various flowers still blooming in the neighborhood. And a beanbag lizard wearing an acorn cap. Not expensive details, but SA lady would applaud. I mean, heck, I have those tiny brandy snifters, and the crystal martini glasses mom gave me. (I need to have a martini party... just as soon as I acquire a sufficient number of martini drinking friends.) Not sure I want to take the neigborhood flowers away from where they are.
I need a clothing swap. I doubt I have the intestinal fortitude to host one. I have space this month, but not enough time.
I need to figure out who is coming to the mazes, and whether I should have a gaming brunch Sunday in honor of the Zarf.
