Our office, which art in heaven, or is at least long overdue to be dead, is a historically significant 19th-century San Francisco row house once converted into an antique shop and thence to an architecture office. This gives it the following wonderful qualities:
In other words, there's no heat (or air conditioning either), the two walls that meet to form the corner where I sit are as thermally transparent as single-ply Kleenex, the door 5 feet from me won't stay shut, and if all four of us along the (thermally transparent) south wall turn on our heater fans at once, the power goes out. The lease is up in two months; can I interest anyone in this lovely Victorian property?
Posted by dianna at January 7, 2005 01:00 PMI just want to say Brava to Dianna for the steady stream of neat posts. Perhaps it's because Jacob is in Keystone, or the vampire-racoons under her cold house, or maybe there's just something creative and lyrical in her tea these days, but's she's blogging like crazy and I (who can hardly string together a sentence, as clearly evidenced by this comment) am loving it.
Dianna, you're bloggin' like it's 2005. Here here.
Posted by: kati at January 7, 2005 01:33 PMwith no heat at home or work, you basically just have to live in the shower or in bed for the next three months. i employed this strategy with good results during my santa cruz college experience, if by "good results" you mean "a failing grade in phonology."
Posted by: didofoot at January 7, 2005 01:46 PMI'm sure that failing grade in phonology took really hard work on your part. Staying in bed at 9:00 in the morning when you know you have someplace to be that is cold and rainy requires tremendous effort of will. Hence, the grade can be considered a good, i.e., extremely successful, result.
Thanks, Kati. I'm actually blogging to make up for your silence. Write us something lovely sometime, would you?
Posted by: Dianna at January 7, 2005 01:59 PMyou know, i tried presenting it to my parents that way but they just did not agree...in the words of the immortal will smith, "parents just don't understand."
Posted by: didofoot at January 7, 2005 02:39 PMI decided that pink was too conspicuous on my monitor at work. Pages of legitimate use to serious architectural firms are not bubblegum pink.
Posted by: Dianna at January 7, 2005 02:50 PMWell, enjoy it while it lasts, because as soon as you hit refresh it's totally going to be white.
Posted by: Dianna at January 7, 2005 07:38 PMnoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!
(wow, frodo just echoed me)
p.s. i talked about my fleece bag so much that i put it on as soon as i got home and then i put moo down by my feet and walked around the house dragging her little butt. ha ha ha!
Posted by: michele at January 7, 2005 07:42 PMMy page just saw a ghost, or possibly a feral vampire squirrel! Better it than me.
I bet I could put Peanut into the fleece thing. She'd make sad "noooo" noises for ten seconds and then turn into a limp lump in the bottom of the bag. God, she's so cute when she's despondent.
Posted by: Dianna at January 7, 2005 10:37 PM