i have neglected this blog. it was because i had nothing to say. that shouldn’t have stopped me.
nothing nothing nada nothingness empty void silence ciao bella come stai io sto bene c’è bel tempo a miami e lì? chiamami qualche volta quando hai tempo okay ci vediamo sei carina beviamo una birra?
there is laundry hanging in the clothes rack in my living room. that makes me feel good because of global warming and shit. since we keep the a/c on anyway we may as well use it to dry our clothes. it’s not the same as drying our clothes in the sun, that would use no power at all except Natural Power, but that’s not allowed because of condo rules. plus we’d be keeping the a/c on anyway. the democratically elected condo administrators believe that the condo premises must be kept free of all Unsightliness. drying clothes are Unsightly. i always thought they were charming but then i’m italian and everyone knows we hang our clothes everywhichwhere which is picturesque but up to a point.
the other day i tried to Broach the Topic with the condo association chief administrator. we were both Doing Our Laundry. i said, “say, wouldn’t it be nice to be able to hang our clothes out there in the sun instead of using all this energy drying them in machines?” she said, “yes, that would be nice.” i thought i had her, but she Immediately Recovered: “i mean, if one had a piece of land in arkansas.” i said, “a piece of land in arkansas?” because that seemed to me an awfully specific thing to say. she added, “or a farm in iowa.” i wanted to say, “how about a ranch in nebraska?” but didn’t, because she didn’t seem to be the Humorous Type. i spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about all the American States in which it would be okay hanging one’s laundry and the kind of property one should own to be able to do so.
another nothingness i can write about is that tonight we had chickpea and potato curry. it was extremely hot. i had to Blow My Nose many times. simsby said that he wasn’t able to eat it as fast as i could and that i definitely tolerated hotness better than he did. i hadn’t thought i could, until then, but his evidence was pretty solid so i Changed my Mind. then i reflected on the fact that i have a much higher pain threshold than simsby and maybe the two things are connected. that led me to the further thought that Courage and Boisterousness are not exclusively psychological features but may well be connected with one’s Unique physical pain threshold. i was pleased that i was able to follow this interesting Train of Thought.
love and peace to all, but especially jules, li’l pony, simsby, and zarizar (in alphabetical order).
I think that should be “jules, li’l pony, zarizar, and simsby”
what about a hippy commune in maine? ideal, I would have thought, though Maine is a small state.
The ocean breezes make Maine an Ideal Candidate.
I lived in a stately grey stone dormitory, complete with ivy, my first year in college. As a concession to state building codes, the college installed black iron fire escapes down the back of the stone building. We liked to hang our laundry off the fire escape to make the dorm Look Like a Tenement.
I’m glad everyone didn’t do this because the sweet smell coming out of the dryers basement laundry room was always Sheer Ambrosia to my nose. I don’t know if the smell was produced by the detergent or dryer sheets or what. But whenever I chance to walk past a dryer and smell it nowadays, it still makes me feel like I’m 18 years old.
there’s something to your point about the Alphabetical Location of zarizar, simbsy. i put it there (last) because the name zarizar was specifically created in relation to the letter z, which is the last letter of the Alpha Bet, but i can see how one could argue differently. i always value your fine critical points, needless to say. please keep coming back and sharing your Insights!
peace, jonie v.
dear IFHAY,
i don’t know if your name is performative or even just a Straight Question, or if it’s simply a name. (i’m sure you get this all the time). just to be on the safe side, and because it pleases me to engage in a Nice Conversation, i’m fine, thanks!
dryer sheets sure smell nice, though that smell is probably like a radioactive blast to one’s brain cells and central nervous system. i think i read this in BYO EPA.
do you happen to know how many brain cells one is supposed to have, ballpark?
Official estimates put the number somewhere between a gillion and a zillion. Exposure to dryer sheets could bring the number down to half that.
Inhalation of toxic fumes is another way that you could make your building Feel Like a Tenement.
Even if that feeling was invisible to the Naked Eye.
http://imager.cc/page1/whatdoesthatspell/
Why do you always ask me these things?
dear IFHAY,
please don’t talk dirty.
dear ballpark,
i want some crackerjack.