HOLY SHIT FINE PEOPLE WHATUP WHATUP ON THIS GOOD DAY
THE DAY OF THE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVENTH POST
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Wanted to make a big fanfare for this number because it is one of my all-time favorites, high in the rankings, along with 111 and 117. And 777. But unlike for 111, I don't have a real meaningful post I don't think, and unlike for 117, I don't have a silly one-off. My plan is a real serviceable, workaday post. For the seven hundred and seventy-seventh post I will probably have to publish a book about numbers.
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First, bet everybody's dying to know about my new threads! Well, you came to the one and only place where that information is available by description, motherfuckers. Strap in.
In pride of place, I should think, is a tie-dye shirt in green, gold, and red with the word "TRIPPIN" in black across the chest. The font is Times New Roman. This t-shirt first me perfectly, as though it were tailor-stitched for my shoulders and the rest of my torso also. At first glance looks like a Cafepress dealio someone dyed themselves but in reality I guess some hipster company made it and it is really high-quality and should last.
Another t-shirt that I have now is a light-blue one with Snoopy on the front, lying back with his eyes closed between a couple of white rocks, like his head pillowed on one and his feet up on the second, with his paws laid on his belly. Over him is the fragment "NOPE." in Cooper Black in that and below, in a much smaller Comic Sans, "NOT TODAY.". This seemed to me like a great shirt to wear on a day off set aside for mostly smoking weed and being on or near a porch.
Nice light soft plaid button-down, short in the sleeve and all soothing gray-blues and pinks and browns and olives and reds and light blues and teals. The balance of warm and cool and light and dark is very very good in this shirt, evoking somehow swamp, volcano, and seaside all at once.
Pair of, I don't know, athletic capris? They appear to be a French brand. Dark navy with a little white mesh embroidery down each side seam, drawstrings. I could probably swim in these if I had to.
Found a black Nike golf cap identical to the one I use for work, except the work one is blue. My work cap is rad, very high-performance, and now I have two.
Also bought a gray button-down that was just super cool and made out of lightweight fabric supported with ultralight mesh and had a secret extra zippered pocket next to the breast pocket and also another pair of more typically cut athletic shorts and an exercise tee, but I must have left them in a second bag or something, because they are definitely not with me now. That's a pity.
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Such a nice date though. Having forgotten part of my purchases is even consistent with the overall feeling of the date (perfect and beautiful with stuff just going slightly wrong all the time, so that over time it was a pattern that we noticed and enjoyed), so the loss of these garments is most fitting. I can see how their loss keeps things even, and the universe in balance, and I am at peace. Even more joyful.
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^ This! This right here is why I don't have a lot of money!
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One of the reasons. One of the reasons. Picked up a book by Peter Straub and a book by Nelson Algren (Ghost Story and Neon Wilderness).
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Okay cool, now I'm gonna go do laundry and finish watching The Fifth Element. I'm hoping to get a lot of rest today.
Actually, fuck it. Going for a walk first. No more than a couple of miles. It's too nice a day and these bones can rest when life has run its course.
Please have a safe and fun Friday. Avoid the cold brutality of man, as far as you are able, and let not your wrath sit in judgment. Say your goodbyes to May.
--JL
Showing posts with label wearing clothes. Show all posts
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Friday, May 31, 2019
Thursday, May 30, 2019
#176
Sometimes you have a sandwich for breakfast. Today was one of those days, for me. I was able to enjoy it sans the appellate gaze and meaningful shifts in body position that the family dog accompanies my every meal with, for he was out on his walk.
Did you know that begging, to a dog, is like going to work for a human person? My dog stretches carefully, shakes his head a bit, does everything short of punch a clock and put on a cute little uniform before he sits down as close as he can get to me without losing a good angle for his giant sad brown eyes to peer without cease at my face, trying out a running gamut of pitiable and adorable facial expressions and even going so far as fretfully whining as he shifts from side to side on his butt that he sits on kinda sideways. He also licks his little chops.
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Today's sandwich was two pieces of regular supermarket sliced bread, one of the fancier brands, toasted, some French butter melted onto the bottom slice, a sweet cherry tomato about the size of a superball sliced and laid out, three and three quarter strips of applewood bacon grilled and cooked again slow in its own fat so it's dark and crumbly and dry on the outside and redolent with moist lipids on the bite*, as much baby spinach as I could get on there, and then I might have fried an egg but just put the top bread on and ate it.
Only better bread could have improved that sandwich. I'll coddle myself an egg later and eat it with spices. Or I shall cook a small amount of chicken meat.**
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For a while now I've been needing to go and purchase clothing from a thrift store or two; a few t-shirts, maybe a pair of pants or shorts. I've had excellent success buying socks and underwear and solid black t-shirts online, but while I shall sometimes indulge in the odd internet purchase of a more "signature" garment, on the whole I prefer to venture into my analog environment and see what's what.
One reason is that in an analog environment your girlfriend can come and look for stuff too, and then you can grab dinner somewhere. It's the meatspace advantage.
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Clothing! That is some high-concept shit right there. Mark Twain quote.
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Been playing it solid dark colors or white tees for a long minute now, with only the odd emblem or pattern to break the chromatic monism. I feel like I may have mentioned this. Today's aim for the wardrobe is the infusion of some linework, some multicolored affairs, perhaps a cool design or the exact right band or movie or provoking concept. Perhaps I will find a shirt with a meme on it. Perhaps a fine tie.
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The anime Kill la Kill involves itself deeply with clothing, and is extremely high-quality. I don't very often watch anime twice--I can count 'em on one hand--but I'd watch that again anytime.
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Cool cool. I forgot to drink coffee earlier, which is weird. I fell asleep on the floor by my desk. The dog curled up to sleep by me, and before two minutes had elapsed he was up and barking loudly at stimulus I could not fathom. Such is coevally evolved interspecies cohabitation.
Look. He is a very good boy.
--JL
*my dad had cooked this ingredient before I got up, props to the old man
**I defrosted a frozen cornmeal-crust mushroom pizza. Some of the mushrooms were porcini. I may seek out pork and string beans, or eat a pork fried rice at a Chinese joint tonight for dinner. Some days are just like this, just eating pig all the time, pig flavors, collecting pig grease in a little jar, etc.
Did you know that begging, to a dog, is like going to work for a human person? My dog stretches carefully, shakes his head a bit, does everything short of punch a clock and put on a cute little uniform before he sits down as close as he can get to me without losing a good angle for his giant sad brown eyes to peer without cease at my face, trying out a running gamut of pitiable and adorable facial expressions and even going so far as fretfully whining as he shifts from side to side on his butt that he sits on kinda sideways. He also licks his little chops.
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Today's sandwich was two pieces of regular supermarket sliced bread, one of the fancier brands, toasted, some French butter melted onto the bottom slice, a sweet cherry tomato about the size of a superball sliced and laid out, three and three quarter strips of applewood bacon grilled and cooked again slow in its own fat so it's dark and crumbly and dry on the outside and redolent with moist lipids on the bite*, as much baby spinach as I could get on there, and then I might have fried an egg but just put the top bread on and ate it.
Only better bread could have improved that sandwich. I'll coddle myself an egg later and eat it with spices. Or I shall cook a small amount of chicken meat.**
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For a while now I've been needing to go and purchase clothing from a thrift store or two; a few t-shirts, maybe a pair of pants or shorts. I've had excellent success buying socks and underwear and solid black t-shirts online, but while I shall sometimes indulge in the odd internet purchase of a more "signature" garment, on the whole I prefer to venture into my analog environment and see what's what.
One reason is that in an analog environment your girlfriend can come and look for stuff too, and then you can grab dinner somewhere. It's the meatspace advantage.
*
Clothing! That is some high-concept shit right there. Mark Twain quote.
*
Been playing it solid dark colors or white tees for a long minute now, with only the odd emblem or pattern to break the chromatic monism. I feel like I may have mentioned this. Today's aim for the wardrobe is the infusion of some linework, some multicolored affairs, perhaps a cool design or the exact right band or movie or provoking concept. Perhaps I will find a shirt with a meme on it. Perhaps a fine tie.
*
The anime Kill la Kill involves itself deeply with clothing, and is extremely high-quality. I don't very often watch anime twice--I can count 'em on one hand--but I'd watch that again anytime.
*
Cool cool. I forgot to drink coffee earlier, which is weird. I fell asleep on the floor by my desk. The dog curled up to sleep by me, and before two minutes had elapsed he was up and barking loudly at stimulus I could not fathom. Such is coevally evolved interspecies cohabitation.
Look. He is a very good boy.
--JL
*my dad had cooked this ingredient before I got up, props to the old man
**I defrosted a frozen cornmeal-crust mushroom pizza. Some of the mushrooms were porcini. I may seek out pork and string beans, or eat a pork fried rice at a Chinese joint tonight for dinner. Some days are just like this, just eating pig all the time, pig flavors, collecting pig grease in a little jar, etc.
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