No Impact Man

bq. “For one year, my wife, my 2-year-old daughter, my dog and I, while living in the middle of New York City, are attempting to live without making any net impact on the environment. In other words, no trash, no carbon emissions, no toxins in the water, no elevators, no subway, no products in packaging, no plastics, no air conditioning, no TV, no toilets


so my house is like…


i mean, as clean as it ever gets. cleaner than usual. and that includes the outside.

i just have this weird feeling like there isn’t that much hanging over me. i mean, there _is,_ but i’m just not feeling it right now.


i guess what it is, is that my mom is going to see the house, and my brother the landscaper/horticulture student is going to see the yard, and i don’t see anything that’s going to embarass the heck out of me when they get here. they could walk in the door right now and i would be all like, have a seat! want something to drink? oh, you have to see how cute the back porch looks. etc. like an adult.

it’s honeybee time

over the course of the weekend i did many things, most of them today. the result is a clean house (as clean as it ever gets, anyway), and an “ever more hospitable screen porch,”: and two reasonably respectable looking cars (from the outside, anyway).

i put up some little twee lights on the back porch, the kind of lights that are sort of inherently janky (a word that keeps repeating in my mind like a bad song) but i’ve installed them in a non-janky way so hopefully the jankiness and non-jankiness will cancel each other out.

this evening i watched “who killed the electric car?”: (my personal favorite moment is the guy with the hummer who says the problem with the EV-1 is that no one is going to want a car that you can’t pimp out and show off), and now i’m watching my Ultimate Nightmare Battle on Iron Chef America: Battle Chicken Egg. NYAAAGH!

i also decided to try margarine as a replacement for butter on toast and stuff. the result, because i have lame supermarket bread, is similar to moist paper. sigh. there really is no substitute for butter.


it is (very nearly) spring. just under an hour, the vernal equinox will officially occur. another pink world has its spring clothes on.

funny, just today i was thinking how nice _fall_ is. for some reason i always long for a season other than the current one.

that doesn’t mean i won’t enjoy driving around with the top down this week.

laying poly

i crouched awkwardly over the small section of floor that had to be brushed by hand with polyurethane. i had to finish before i could move, or the poly might not go on correctly.

me: i’m going to fart.

j: ha ha! is it going to be a big smelly one?

me: YES.

and a short while later…

me: you’ll notice that i sacrificed my dignity in favor of your floor.

J: yes, that was very good of you.

My first ‘vogs

For the longest time I thought my first pair of Fluevogs were the black Angels I bought back in the ’90’s, but a current ebay auction leads me to believe that that is not true.


When I was in college (which was well prior to the time in my life when I could afford to buy a pair of new Fluevogs), a friend who was from Boston gave me a pair of very pointy black shoes– shoes that looked _exactly_ like the shoes above. They had belonged to her sister originally.

I loved those shoes. They were so pointy! So odd! I wore them until one of the heels started falling off, and then i’d keep wearing them and slap the heel back on whenever it came off.

I think a few years ago I gave them to a thrift store, sadly. Now I really wish I’d kept them. I never cottoned on to the fact that they might be Fluevogs– by the time I received them, any markings inside the shoes had been worn away.

Durham was once filled with people

I don’t read “Endangered Durham”: religiously, but I do like to catch up or at least look at all the pictures about once a week.

The author says, “I have to throw in this picture,” and indeed, I am so very pleased that he did. It’s of downtown Durham in the late 1940’s, and the street is completely filled with people! I don’t know if it’s part of a holiday event, or if people were just Christmas shopping, or what, but I have never seen a gathering like this in Durham, ever. It’s like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Wow.

RIP, Bob Groves: The Starlite was your life

“The owner of the Durham Starlite Drive-In, Bob Groves, died Friday, March 9, 2007.”:

This is very sad. I had been thinking of going to the Starlite soon, with the nice weather. Bob worked at drive-in theaters from the time he was 13 years old, living in Cumberland, MD. He’d been running the Starlite since at least the 70’s, I believe. With Bob’s passing, I imagine the future of the Starlite is uncertain. For the sake of Durham and Bob’s memory, I hope it passes to new owners who continue to operate it as a drive-in.

I am very, very sad.