Home Depot Wants YOU!

I saw this article in today's New York Times:

Revamping, Home Depot Woos Women

I'm not sure it will be enough to make me switch from HD to Lowe's.

I just hope it doesn't mean they'll be selling pink power tools.

I hope it DOES mean that they'll have a few people on staff who can answer a few questions.

That's all I'm asking for.

De-Stucco-fication

Here's a house in my 'hood that went from this:

to this:

Brava to the flipper who is undertaking this challenge.

One small blessing for us is that we don't have stucco to contend with - just some godawful aluminum siding. Maybe this'll be the year? Keeping my fingers crossed.

See the story here at The Eastsider LA.

Though this be Madness . . .

. . . yet there is method in't.


Uranium Madhouse Presents Exerpts from "Conversation Storm" by Rick Burkhardt from Eric Ulbrich on Vimeo.

A tiny glimpse into my mad, mad, mad, mad world.

Check out more at http://www.uraniummadhouse.org/

Mosaic

I saw this home featured in today's LA Times. This kind of creativity makes me feel like the artistic cretin my kindergarten teacher saw me as. If there's any justice, Mrs. Chandler is reading this blog from Hell now, but that's another story.

Anyway, the homeowners in the piece are really creative, especially when it comes to tile.

When we first bought our house in 2002, friends gifted me with a mosaic tile workshop. I spent one afternoon working on a tile plaque with our house numbers. I didn't finish it that afternoon and over the past 8 years, haven't managed to complete it yet. Perhaps I've judged the wicked Mrs. Chandler too harshly after all.

In any case, have a look at this slideshow: http://www.latimes.com/features/home/la-hm-beserra-byrd-mosaic-photos,0,1063989.photogallery

Stunning.

I know you don't want to hear about it but . . .

. . .  it's been really nice here this week.

I guess not so much in Atlanta.  





But here it's nice.  Really nice. Insanely nice. You'd be lucky to have this kind of weather in June, nice.

Sorry.  

Teaser

I still don't have much time to post anything in length but I will tell you this much - very soon, this chair will look completely different -

if only I can get her to vacate.

7 Billion of Us? Really?

Kinda scary.



But not my fault. I had nothing to do with it.

(and all would fit in the city of Los Angeles? no thank you. traffic is bad enough as it is.)

You Know It's True

You can deny that you know it's true.

But then you would be a liar.

The Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.

No need to call the authorities. Don’t search the streets and alleyways. For God’s sake, don’t dredge the river. I’m here. I’ve just been busy, engaged in other pursuits.

I have a tiny brain, no greater in size than that of a marmoset.

And while I can be quite obsessive in thought, I can only entertain one obsessive thought at a time. For the past few months, that one thought has been that other pursuit. For seven years I obsessed about the remodeling of the house. When that was done (or done enough for now), I was free to obsess on the obsessions that I entertain more naturally, the obsessions of my natural inclinations, if you will. Sometimes this other obsession entails prancing about in front of people, saying words that are not my own.

And when I am obsessing about that other thing, I cannot write a blog about my house – or about my neighborhood – or about my property – or about my conflicted feelings about my property.

And when I am trying to learn that other thing or create that other thing, it leaves me little or no time for your thing.

Believe me, I do care about your kitchen remodel. I care about your dining room. I definitely care about your master bedroom re-do and your beloved little terrier.

But I just can’t keep up with it all. So please forgive me and allow me some time to catch up.

I’m only one blogger, with too little time and way too many interests for one lifetime.

Still, not to worry, I haven’t left this lifetime yet.