Things

Moss, notably the glowblow lamp, designed by SnowCrash. Yes, a design house named after a novel. An expensive design house.

As to things in my range, my worldly posessions are migrating from one house to another, very slowly. One day, one bag, at a time. No furniture yet. Eventually I will post on Craigslist and try to get someone else to take my lease. I fear it will not be easy– I like my apartment, and got a good deal on it, because it’s an unpopular sort of place: tiny, overheated, lead-based, with clunky fixtures and too many damn stairs.

I went to a wedding this weekend. There were fireworks, but I don’t know if the fireworks were part of the wedding, or if they were just there by happy coincidence. Conspicuous consumption, indeed. Everything was beautiful, the day was lovely, the evening fell and there was much rejoicing, and the elders danced beautifully while the younger set shook and jiggled halfheartedly, wishing they’d invested the time, and more importantly, the un-self-consciousness and risk of sincerity, in learning how to dance and then dancing.

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  1. You have no idea how hard it was to plan those fireworks! The permit process alone is staggering. Oy. And I hope no one actually sat around wishing they could swing dance to “In the Mood” instead of clumsily twirling their partner with glee. Life is far too short and the bar was far too open to be that analytical. The wiggling was neither half-hearted nor self-conscious on the part of quite a few, including me, the most self-conscious person you know. Perhaps you mean “not aesthetically pleasing,” which is quite another thing. Heaven forfend we ungracefully enjoy ourselves 😉 Now I will see YOU at 80’s night, mister.

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