06 March 2007

home is where my habits have a habitat

i have now officially, completely, and as permanently as can be expected (given the temporary nature of my chicago stay) moved into the apartment which from this point forward i will refer to as my apartment. this triumphant return to chicago will, i hope, coincide with the end of this awkward blog silence and is now going to be kicked off with a photographic tour of my room, furnished as it is with a smattering of belongings most accurately summarized as "stuff".

we begin our tour with probably my greatest wood-working achievement ever (it wasn't just a weird coincidence that we never had shop class at the same time in high school--i was probably in choir that period or something). while i was home this weekend my dad and i made these 6 open faced cubes for my records. they might look a lot like what you've been calling "crates", but given the amount of energy expelled in making them, and making them actually uniform and actually cube-like (and not trapezoid-like), i feel like open faced cubes is a much more prestige-appropriate title. note also my brilliant use of suitcase as speaker stand and my freakishly tall bed. i'm actually putting in a bid to host the 2018 summer games entirely under my bed. that's how much space there is down there.

moving your head slightly to the right, you begin to suspect that nearly all the space in my car was devoted to musical things. and you are right. (we feel the musical culture surrounding the underbed area will be a huge draw for the IOC.) also, i'd like to thank, from left to right, sarah, betsy, and jordan for these excellent wall-hangings which, in a pinch, have also served as very capable articles of clothing, especially in cold weather. thanks, guys!

snap that head back to the left, and you see the epcot center-like covering of the olympics complex. my grandma made that for me. my grandma is way more hip to geometry than your grandma.





this last picture is pretty much just here for completeness, so you can have seen the fourth wall. there's a closet, a mirror that the former inhabitant left me (probably as a hint about my grooming skills) and a door, which i think is probably one of the most underrated, least appreciated parts of any room. because either you use that or you have to dive in and out of the windows to go anywhere.

8 comments:

sarah nun said...

you didn't say anything about your awesome neighbors. when i move in can you put a picture of me up on your blog?

Anonymous said...

I find that last line to be one of the most brilliant and sad blog closers I've read in awhile. Perhaps my emotions are manipulated by the neon bible that serenades said reading. Glad for your room(!) and for the multi-tasking played out by the scarf I gave you! Blessings on this most glorious occasion!
-grammatron in canada

aaron said...

nice room. i read this.

jnuh said...
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jnuh said...

(The one I deleted had a misspelling. We can't have that! What I was going to say was ...)

Nice place! Now can you help find me one? Not that I wouldn't mind living in a hollowed-out tree in a city park somewhere ...

digger's wife said...

Mexico - then China!!!!!! Your Mom did not say anything a bout China. And 'my grandma is more hip -- than your grandma' But whose grandma are you comparing your grandma to ?

j dilla said...

i love your cubes.

Kansas City Star said...

Hey!! Nice crates for the alblums!

Now, you need matching units for the turn table and amplifier.