i can't make this up

here, an excerpt from an email from a client-- this is one bullet point in items that need to be addressed/fixed:

Upstairs ladies bath partition is falling out of wall and creating situation where door can't be opened. Apparently large women have had to crawl underneath on several ocassions and are quite distraught upon reaching the sunny side.

i can't handle it.

a real life episode of 'seinfeld'

or maybe i should call it 'cohen'?

wow. get ready, this is a great story.

saturday night we went to dinner and the movies with heidi and dave. we met at cambridge brewing company at 6:30, enjoyed dinner and conversation, then walked over to the theater for an 8:00 showing of 'up in the air'. we were chatting so much, we didn't get to the theater until about 7:55, but they were still selling tickets to the movie, so we figured we wouldn't have trouble finding seats. immediately upon entering the theater-- and at this point it was 8:00 and the previews had started-- we realized we would have trouble finding 4 seats together, so we agreed to just find 2 pairs and meet up afterwards. heidi and dave headed up to the front third of the theater, while dan and i stayed in the back. dan noticed a row with a few vacant seats-- there were 3 or 4 occupied seats, then a vacant seat, then an occupied seat, then another vacant seat. he asked to verify if the seats were unoccupied before we entered the row. as we approached the vacant seats, dan asked the woman with empty seats to either side of her if she could move to her right so that we could sit together. she said no, citing that she would not be able to see over the person's head in front of that seat... ok. so dan asks if she'll move to her left, and she says the same thing. at this point, we're sort of standing in the row, blocking people in the row from sitting back down and blocking the people behind us from seeing the previews, so we have no choice but to SIT ON EITHER SIDE OF HER! seriously. the woman on my other side said to me 'wait, she's not going to move to let you sit together?' yeah. this ASSHOLE wouldn't move, so dan and i watched the movie with 1 seat between us. at first we thought that maybe during the previews she'd have the sense to offer to move, but no, she didn't. unreal.

tonight we watched 'julie and julia' from the comfort of our own home, seated side by side. during the opening credits, dan turned to me and said 'it's nice to be able to sit next to you during the movie.' he's right. there were several moment during 'up in the air' that i wanted to say something to dan, and instinctively looked to my right, only to see this woman instead.

WHO DOES THAT!?!?!

a 'news' story

Drunk man found at grocery store eating avocados - Boston.com

this is too silly.

and another thing about market basket

the couple ahead of us bought $117 worth of frozen cans of Welch's juice. i believe it was 17 cases. that's a lot of juice.

blogging and ridiculous ideas

i've been slacking on my blogging and focusing on my flickr photos... i started to get the feeling that i didn't really have a blog following anymore-- that most of you had given up on my musings... i hope i am wrong, though.

at any rate, i was searching through my old external hard drive and found this project proposal from my integrated building systems class at RISD... (yes the initials are IBS-- who thought of that?). i cannot believe we actually presented this as a design option. we took a sketch, then created our own design inspired by the sketch... maybe i'll add some of the more ridiculous pictures, but for now...

this is the start of our youth hostel.

another weird outfit. this time, not mine.

what a ridiculous ensemble. i decided not to take a picture of her face for fear she might find me.

ridiculous

i wore a ridiculous outfit to volleyball.

strangely, so did tobias.

genius

lawn sized scrabble!?!?

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/living/2008288666_zliv20lawnscrabble.html

kids today

that's all i have to say... kids today... 

weekend adventures

this is going to be a long post.  i hope it's worth your time to read it-- i have to document this before i forget it all.

this past weekend was kind of ridiculous.  enjoyable, memorable, and ridiculous.  it was perfect climbing weather, so dan and i decided to head up to rumney, and were excited that darren would join us as well.  the original plan was to go up saturday for the day, since i had plans to see david sedaris at symphony hall sunday.  well, we had to run some errands saturday that could not be done sunday, so instead darren got the idea to drive up saturday night to camp, therefore getting an early enough start sunday so we could make it back.  sounded great! dan remembered we had heard of a place called D'Acres, and organic farm close to climbing that has camping as well as indoor sleeping accommodations and i thought it would be easier to sleep in their yoga room rather than pitch a tent, so off we went.  

seriously, the whole D'Acres experience was under 12 hours but MAN was it CRAZY!! somehow the website seemed rather unassuming and i didn't realize that the place is a commune of sorts.  we arrived around 8:30 PM, and entered a large house.  i noticed on the way in through the garage a free-standing bathtub with what looked like laundry and ice cubes in it... odd, i thought, but i didn't mention anything to dan or darren.  a guy was putting on a pair of boots by the door, and told us to go inside an talk to the guy with the goatee.  so we did.  the first thing this guy says after dan says we have a reservation to stay in the yoga room is "have you been here before?" to which we say, "no".  his immediate response is, "isn't this place great?" and we all kind of said "uh, yeah" even though we'd only been in a large garage, a hallway, and now a kitchen.  right.  then he mentions something about the yoga room being upstairs, and the composting toilet, and that we can't wear our shoes upstairs.  he shows us the yoga room, then we go back to the car to get our things.  

there's a bonfire going across the "street", so after we drop off our things, we take the 6-pack of beers we brought over there.  i think this was the point at which darren suggested asking someone what the hell was going on... interestingly i don't think we ever did.

let me try to set up the scene:  people are quietly sitting in a circle around the fire, there are 2 guitars, several bongo drums, a diggerydo (i have no idea how to spell that) and maybe a rain stick? and singing.  oh, and the fire! there was an elaborate contraption set up in a teepee form with what we later found out to be a tangerine tree suspended over top the flame.  then we see close to the fire what looks like a large paper mache head, probably 6' diameter, about 15' up.  it is right next to a real teepee with its own mailbox.  so we start to drink our beers and i feel totally out of place-- we chatted with one another an again i felt like it was inappropriate to talk with the singing!  luckily about 10-15 minutes later someone came back from town with a bunch of beers, and some of the original musical group left.  at that point it changed to a regular campfire, which was cool... we met this guy who lived there, and he was all fun...

 dancing for us, chatting us up-- then he grabbed these fire balls (i'm not sure if there's a better word to describe them?) and started slinging them around in a wild dance.  it was kind of surreal.  oh, he told us the story of the teepee fire thing, which was a remnant from their middle earth party a few weeks before, in which they lit a bunch of leaves covered in vegetable oil.  BUT my favorite comment he made was this: a bit later 2 of the residents started playing guitar.  i could not identify the song, as they were not singing.  so this guy says to us "hey, is this hotel california?" i am about 99% sure it was not, but i said "it can be if you want it to be" so he says ok cool, but i forget how it starts.  so i lead him to "on a dark desert highway" and he says "oh, ok, but i have to do it reggae style" from which point i think he sang most of hotel california with a reggae beat-- which, by the way, was totally not what the guitars were playing!  ok, so then back to the fire, good times... then a conversation starts about a pig roast.  apparently the bathtub with ice was holding a pig.  on ice.  to cook.  i mentioned having seen this, and it was noted that i was "more observant than most" to have noticed a bathtub filled with sheets and ice.  so they rally up a few guys to start setting the pig up-- it would take 1 hour at 350 degrees for each 10lb of pig... or so they say.  hm.

overall it was a good time at the fire.  then we headed in...

the yoga room floor was not comfortable, despite our sleeping pads.  the room was huge and had maybe 8-10 people in it. it was also right above where the people had started cooking the pig, so it was not that quiet.  eventually i fell asleep.  at one point, though, i thought dan had rolled over in his sleeping bag onto my legs, because i felt something pushing on my legs.  i was actually quite warm at the time so i reached my hand outside the bag and then i seriously screamed-- my hand landed on the back of a cat! A CAT! dan woke up and i told him about it... but i think he fell back asleep immediately.  well, i could not sleep.  dan is allergic to cats-- and i later found out darren is, too-- so i took it upon myself to defend us against this cat by NOT going to sleep.  i was super hot but convinced myself i had to stay entirely zipped into my bag in case the cat tried to attack me.  also, this guy across the room was snoring like a train.  or something else loud.  it didn't even bother me though because it helped me to stay up and defend against a cat attack.

in the morning we were planning to have the pancake breakfast, but that turned out to be a bust... so we left that zany place in search of a diner.  the diner was tasty.  climbing was good.  the whole experience at D'Acres lasted from 8:30 saturday night to about 7:30 sunday morning.  it was a different world.

attached are a few pictures of the fire, the yoga room, and climbing.

thank you for reading.