Attn: VU nerds. totally fuzzy is said to contain the entirety of the Quine Tapes. This is unverified by y.t.
Y.T. does own the box set and it is among his mostest favoritest musics. [thankee, neighbor.]
Attn: VU nerds. totally fuzzy is said to contain the entirety of the Quine Tapes. This is unverified by y.t.
Y.T. does own the box set and it is among his mostest favoritest musics. [thankee, neighbor.]
Viv and I spent the day tear-assing around West Seattle looking at rentals. Our apartment building is for sale, and we’re already actively looking for a house to buy, so we’ve decided to move as soon as possible into a rental house. We have not had a lease here for nine years, so as soon as any sale goes through, we’re, ah, well, I’m sure you can fill in the vulgarity.
It will suck to leave this place, though. While I am sick to death of apartment dwelling, and eagerly anticipate dwelling in a place in which sunlight actually reaches the interior, I dearly love this building, and all the buildings that Fred Anhalt erected hereabouts some eighty years ago. It’s just not realistic to expect to find a place this size in another Anhalt, and while we certainly will take a look at what’s available in Anhalts, four years ago they were running a solid 20% premium over other 1920s condos. I can’t imagine that that’s changed much, as there is a solidly finite supply of Anhalt units in Seattle, and an apparently infinite demand for real estate.
Last week we looked at at least three houses that were absolutely appalling, each well under 1000 square feet in interior space, nearly collapsing, and stinky like old socks, cat feces, or other repugnant material. Each one of these houses was priced at a clearly insane $250,000.
This morning in bed, I awakened and cranked out a Filemaker database to track listings. I combed the Sunday paper and the online listings for houses that met our minimum spec, and populated the database with the listings that might fit. As I showered, Viv called and gave the listers a quick rundown designed to narrow the choices. By the time we were ready to leave, we had about twenty houses to check out.
We started in West Seattle. I self-consciously used my cell phone’s newly-hacked capability to act as a bluetooth modem for my laptop to spot each location in Google maps, and felt quite absurd on several locations as I called the rental agent from the lawn in front of the property’s sign. We saw a predictable mix, from terrible – even tragic – to spectacular and underpriced. While we did not get to second base with any of the renters, we identified two possibilities.
Man, it’s gonna be a busy month.
The DUN works quite satisfactorily, but MAN, does it eat the battery. Next time I will bring the power pack.
Success! (I think.)
Speed is better than expected – it sure seems faster than Blazer on the phone proper. Fie on thee, non-blanketed wifi coverage!
Ross Barkman’s GPRS Info Page + Shadowmite’s DUN patch + a TreoCentral thread might yield a BT modem. We’ll see.
Jon has some well-thought personal things to say about depression, meds, and society.
A solo dinner at Hana tonight with a nice bowl of chirashi and the New Yorker.
Fortunes lined the walls upstairs. We had one in our doorbell frame for years but just noticed it was missing the other day.
There was a column in the New Yorker about a man who is responsible for a significant chunk of the fortunes found in American fortune cookies.
I have just adjusted my rising time, to my bitter early morning regret. Mornings are for people that underestimate sleep.
This note was on my door when I got home from work.
Further news in the Canadian Bigfoot invasion includes the information that ex-Runaway Cherie Currie is in on the hunt.
Surf Guitar 101 2005 MP3 Compilation, via MetaFilter. Fire up the download engines and ignite the tiki torches.