2.14.2007
I cannot however resist sharing with the entire world that I got cable television today. And it was a bigger hassle than I anticipated. The drama started even before I hit power on my remote yo. My landlord, who just so happens to live next door to me, verbally attacked the cable guy and threatened him with physical or legal action (not sure which – both of them have mucked up English) when she saw him treading around the back yard looking at a nearby phone pole.
I was positively amazed at how intensely she felt the need to assert her authority over the cable technician. Even after I explained to her that I had requested cable television and everything that the installation entailed, she followed us around and stepped into my place and furiously pointed at a limp 8 ft coil of used cable that has been poking out of my living room baseboard since I moved in, “You aren’t going to be using THAT are you? It isn’t your property.” I have no idea whatsoever the purpose of having a cut and frayed cable wire in my house will serve but there is no way I’m back-talking to a landlord of a rent-controlled apartment in this up and coming area (and I mean up-and-coming – I just saw that cute tall guy from “The Office” at my local bar) even if it means suffering through a few mildly uncomfortable moments. I mean it was only as uncomfortable as watching a date belittle a waitress or taxi driver. No biggie. Its not like IM the cable guy that had to crawl under the house because the landlord didn’t want him to staple a cable anywhere near the roof.
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A couple days ago I was packing up a pair of earrings I picked out for one of my fave friends. At the last minute I threw in a ‘used’ photocopy of a story from an anthology that I got on the first day of a fiction workshop I am taking. I spoke with her today and she told me how much she dug getting a photocopied short story in the mail. It makes you feel like you should be making notes or highlighting stuff or just reading a whole story in one sitting (that’s Poe’s definition of a short story BTW). I have been inspired to start a photocopied short story chainmail type thing. I suppose I need to make more friends that read to get started. Holler at me if you want to be a part of this.
2.06.2007
Cybershot
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Originally uploaded by kayekilla.
Within moments of getting off the plane back from my trip my favorite digital camera broke. I appreciated it even more that it waited until we god home to crap out on me. Although, I really wanted to get some MPEG footage of the American Airlines baggage claim walkway.
It had been on the fritz for some time so I knew its days were numbered but I was trying to ignore it. I thought that maybe there was just sand in the contraption and used some eyeglass screwdriver to open it up. That was when I really broke it. It was extra broken. And this is what it looked like.
2.02.2007
Never Enough
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Originally uploaded by kayekilla.
I got some more photos from B from the trip. It seems like there are more photos than there were minutes in the short trip. Whatevs. I have always said let god sort ‘em out.
This photo in particular captures the essence of thebiggestbutte.com - it really follows the travel theme of "Never Enough" - part of anyone's vacation documentation should involve sassy posing near a contradictory road or restaurant sign. It's the kidnapping equivalent to holding up a newspaper to prove the date. You have to show that you took it to the limit and the only thing you took seriously was staying free.
2.01.2007
Local Driving on Vimeo
The island version of what we midwestern girls know as the "peel-out."
I could hear these guys screeching about seventeeen curves away.