Archive for the ‘comforting blanket of superficiality’ Category

big couch story

April 21, 2008

I wanted to buy a couch–not this one, but one with similarly warm, dark colors and soft fabric. The salespeople Macy’s told me they will not deliver to me for less than $500. They told me that other people who live in this place also beg for delivery. They told me that they have moved their warehouses in a way that makes obtaining furniture even more difficult for Madison folks.  The told me to go to Racine.


My subconscious is working undertime.

April 10, 2008

lat machine

Many nights I can’t sleep.  But last night I did.  In my dream I found a new kind of lat machine at the gym. I could see the red muscle highlights on the diagram attached to the contraption.   Maybe that’s a sign that I need to find a new lat machine at the gym.

want want want want want, wah wah wah

April 9, 2008

Scrivener screenshot

I want this software.  I need to update my laptop’s OS  to use it.  I heard about it in a podcast and wanted a disc copy.  The Apple store doesn’t have it.  The last guy I talked to hadn’t heard of it and tried to direct me to a clearly inferior product, one dedicated to a type of writing I don’t do at all.

Scrivener was developed by a writer who wanted the program to suit his needs.  So far, I like what I see.

I’m hoping this will help me with my stress-induced forgetting.  Last week, while in a grocery line, I forgot my PIN.  “When did you remember?” people keep asking.  I haven’t.

another normal

March 2, 2008

One of the regular guy shoes in Spain is the gold or silver sneaker with asymmetrical laces. Folks seem to prefer the ones with super flat soles. To my American eyes, they look like track shoes. But I suppose they’re actually football-inspired.  The ones in the link seem directed toward a few different sports.  But as in the U.S., people were wearing them to do their urban hanging out.  People in cities walk around a lot. So as you can imagine, these shoes don’t look good for long.It seems to me that wearing a shoe like this implies a desire to put together a look, something that many American men avoid. If that’s the case, I approve–not so much of the shoe itself, which I don’t particularly like–but of the effort.

This post would make a lot more sense if I had a picture of their jeans. The men there wear much better jeans.  But one can’t go around taking pictures of jeans with an eye toward expressing a superficial opinion in a public forum at a later date.