last place of residence

i've never seen this picture before- just found it on ed's computer.

ah, remember when you had your own apartment. remember that weirdo red cabinet (in foreground) you found on the street with russell? what the hell was that cabinet intended for, anyway? i could never figure it out. now that i think about it, many objects in this scene are russell-related. he had this habit of finding things in his basement that i needed: the wheely chair, for example. one afternoon i told him i wanted a wheely chair and the next day he brought one over- on his BIKE, no less. i don't know how he carried it. another basement item was my super-cool torquoise 'hercules' bike that he brought over for my birthday after my last bike had been stolen. i got an orange armchair, too, but he didn't try to carry that one on his bike. we were also fond of rescueing things from the sidewalk- a huge potted tropical plant with one wonky..... frond, perhaps- no, stalk. a wonky stalk. trunk. i don't know, i think i put it back on the sidewalk when i moved; the red mystery-function cabinet; a couch, found in the snow (also left behind). one day he brought over a side of smoked salmon that i'm pretty sure came from a store and not his basement or sidewalk.

so here i am in my little school space on clark street- which, truth be known, i did very little school work in. notice the absense of books or polish-related materials (save for the "you forgot poland" bumper sticker on the wall- forgot about that little gem.)
ooooo, i can write in green. or red. purple?
well, this is turning out to be the most exciting post ever- a picture of me sitting and my delight in figuring out i can type in different colors. weeeee. ooo, justified rule, much better.

i haven't had my own place to live in over a year and i'm almost crazy. very near craziness. as evidenced by the lingering unconscious trauma of my most recent freak out "i think i'll move to new york, how stupid can i be" adventure. you have to be pretty stupid to not know how to change a light bulb. why's it take so many polaks to screw in a light bulb- cause they're so darn stupid! if i wasn't picking vegetables and eating them hours later i might actually be crazy by now, but working so much is keeping it at bay. which makes me wonder- what happens in november when i'm jobless again. i'll at least be well-fed with my preserved foods- i put up 12 pints of corn tonight. stocking up- and this time i promise to be around to eat the stock.