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the things you get used to

It’s Sunday afternoon, a cup of green tea is cooling down beside me. Music from my roommate’s studio is coming up from underneath the floorboards; I don’t know if it’s something he made or something he likes. The quiet repetition is kind of meditative.

I just gave Sean a ride to his downtown office, where he had to pick up some work to do from home later today, and then dropped him off at The Clubhouse (I will explain that at another time, if he lets me). On my way back to my house, I drove past what looked to be a fairly substantial drug raid. Police officers in plain clothes–some with bulletproof vests reading POLICE over them–had about 6-9 suspects handcuffed and were running in and out of the house. The neighbors were taking pictures on digital cameras from their porches.

As I turned my attention from the raid back to the street, I realized I was about to drive over a pool of red wetness–it had to be blood. I drove over, checking my rear view mirror for a confirmation but couldn’t make it out as I moved farther away.

When I pulled in front of my house a couple minutes later–the raid was around the block–the neighbors two doors down were out on the front porch as always. The teenage boys were fixing their car in the driveway and waved to me. The nice African man who bought the crumbling house across the street at auction was back at his endless repairs, power sanding the clapboard under some windows. The Burmese kids were playing in their fenced-in front yard; the TV came through the windows of my tenant’s house as I walked to my door.

Everything was as it always was, the soft feeling of Sunday morning left undisturbed by the chaos down the street.

Steve, Micaela, and Kevin were downstairs smoking cigarettes in Steve and Sara’s kitchen, taking a break from the music-making. I told them about the raid and the blood, and they nodded. The things you get used to.

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September 21, 2008 - 11:51 PM

courtney - Woah.

mom & the hanging baskets

A couple weeks ago my mom and I drove out to Spoth’s farm and nursery and picked up some perenniels for dirt cheap. It was storming outside, loud thunder and rain so loud we had to shout while inside the greenhouse. The tables were mostly empty, with a few rows of rotting herbs and flowers, and the ceiling was filled with these gorgeous, overflowing baskets of blossoms. The cash register was closed, we paid on the honor system.

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September 17, 2008 - 11:20 PM

Herbs - Hanging Baskets Just about every window in your home can support a hanging basket above it. Herbs

September 18, 2008 - 12:42 AM

courtney - That photo is gorgeous.

September 21, 2008 - 2:06 PM

whitney - Thanks!

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a better version of me

So here it comes, a better version of me -F. Apple

I recently challenged myself to create five mini-biographies of (you guessed it) me. I did this in response to a day of feeling like crap, like I was an uninteresting and boring 9-to-5er. I made the first one reflective of my mood at the time, and tried to make the following four about the parts of my life I knew were there but that I wasn’t seeing in the haze of my bad mood. Here’s what I came up with:

The loser version. Whitney gets to work every morning by 9 a.m. Sometimes she’s there before then, and she likes to eat lunch at the library cafe downtown. She is very tired these days and often makes pasta for dinner because it’s the easiest thing she can think of. Whitney wishes she had more time to write and exercise.

The homeowner version. Whitney is a twenty-something new homeowner living in Buffalo, New York. In the past year she has learned how to snake a toilet, replace ceiling tiles, and clear out a flooded basement. She is still learning how to use power tools and figure out when contractors are trying to bullshit her. Her house was built in 1886 and the inside is painted in bright, circus colors.

The craftster version. Knitting, painting, zine writing, envelope-making, and cross-stitching are among Whitney’s treasured past times. Her friend Brynn taught her how to knit on a bus ride from Siena to Rome, Italy. The old Italian women sitting behind them coached Whitney on her first stitches by using dramatic hand gestures. Currently, she is working on a cross-stitched collection of text message shorthands; she has completed “OMG” so far.

The Buffalonian version. Whitney was born and raised in Western New York and after some brief travel after college, decided to settled down in the City of Buffalo for awhile. She enjoys walking across the Rainbow bridge to Niagara Falls and riding her bike through the flat streets of the West Side. At the moment, Whitney works for the City government and hopes to have a hand in making Buffalo a greener, growing place to live.

The kitchen sink version. As if she didn’t have enough projects in the works, Whitney recently taught herself how to cross stitch and promptly started stitching Christmas gifts for friends and family. She’s also writing a YA novel, several personal essays, and many overdue letters. She has approximately a thousand half-finished knitting projects and grand plans for her garden. She just bought and launched her first all-on-her-own website and is pretty excited. Whitney is very busy and full but that is how she likes it.

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September 18, 2008 - 12:41 AM

courtney - And all five of them together = awesome.

Your new internet home is looking fierce, bb!

September 21, 2008 - 2:07 PM

whitney - Thanks, C.

September 24, 2008 - 10:21 PM

Julie - The family version (abridged):
Whitney is a daughter and a “sissy”. She is a niece. She is a middle cousin: she is younger than the older cousins and older than the younger cousins. She is a ray of sunshine in our family.

Love,
an older cousin.

September 25, 2008 - 11:09 AM

whitney - Julie–you’re sweet :)

September 30, 2008 - 8:34 PM

magda o! - I JUST LOVE THIS!!

I want to know more about your job.

xx