- "Dear Lemon Lima" - what a sweet little high-school-outcast-makes good movie this was. It was quirky, sweet, kinda real, kinda not.
- "Brick" - somehow I had completely missed this one, despite my natural acceptance of all things Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and all things noir. Film noir set in a modern high school. "She knows where I eat lunch."
- Amanda Palmer's "Theatre is Evil." Well, soon, anyway. I backed the Kickstarter and got the fabulous CD and bonus tracks and all, but am not sure my head is in the space for what she's singing about just at the moment, so I've only listened to the tracks that I had already heard, and even that is a bit much for the moment. "It doesn't matter that you want it back / You've given it away / You've given it away." Fabulous naked video here.
- Fresh electricity - 21 years ago I bought a house with somewhat substandard electric service and a scary tangle of wires stapled to a sloppily painted chunk of board in the basement. It didn't magically get better with time. Work on the house finally forced me to call an electrician to clean up the mess down there, and a fine job they did. Cleaned up a lot of the mess, pulled all kinds of dead wires, gave me shiny new plastic-covered wire outside the house (because cloth-covered wire is just gauche). And now I have a circuit breaker box I feel safe working in.
- Awesome new tools. Where do I apply to get back the years of my life that I wasted with poor, ancient hand-me-downs that simply didn't do the job? How did I get by doing occasional framing work all these years without a laser-guided chop saw? Why did I continue to try to cut with my grandfather's circular saw, which clearly wasn't up to the task? And why did I not understand that a Milwaukee hammer-drill is just about the finest cordless drill for everyday use I could want? They just make every single task easier, WAY easier. If a poor carpenter blames his tools, does a good one praise them? I don't know, but my work is much better for having these new wonders.
- Creative vegetables. It was our first season with a CSA (community sustainable agriculture) share. Even at a half-share, it was a struggle to keep up with all the food each week. What do we do with all this kale? And tomatillos? And all these tomatoes? We're not canners, but we did discover the joys of dehydrating, as well as inventing dozens of new combinations of hot and cold mixed vegetable dishes. Also rediscovered beets. Now, seriously, what was I thinking not eating beets all these years? So much flavor.
- Missing the daughter who's away at college, especially now that the days are shortening and I think of those quick suppers we had together in the kitchen on nights when it was just the two of us, or our little breakfast rituals in the dark mornings. So excited for her, so thrilled that she's doing so well, and that she goes to the kind of college that has a major career fair just for summer jobs (my day, my school, that did not exist). But missing her nonetheless.
- Enjoying the hell out of the daughter who's still at home. Love coming home to catch her practicing piano, unbidden, and listening to her sort out compositions. She'd rather we weren't around to hear it, and I enjoy hearing every note. We're sorting through the college search process now, which is daunting and exciting as we watch another one who can pretty much do whatever she wants, will get into one of the top schools for what she wants, and will have an amazing college career.
- Leg bands. This is really a bottom ten, not a top ten. But god, why do bicycle leg bands not work on my pants? Having had several failures, I tried a nice expensive rubber-backed Planet Bike band that is not only reflective, it lights up. Should be amazing. Would be amazing, IF the elastic didn't keep sliding back in the clip, and if it would stay up on my leg and hold my pant leg in place. It won't. Going to a full gaiter on one leg, one step removed from spats, just seems like one more thing to manage on a bike commute that is already a disproportionate pain in the ass. I think I've decided to just completely give up on purpose-built devices and just use binder clips, which seem to never fail.
- I've rediscovered my intended epitaph: "I yield to myself as much time as I may consume."
It doesn't matter if you want it back
Not enough attention to this blog lately, while Hoxsie gets my love nearly every day! It's been years since we've done a Top 10 of Absolutely Nothing here, so here one is:
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