give it a whirl, girl. be like the squirrel.

saw the raconteurs on thursday. they fucking rocked! i felt like a bit of a buffoon for going by myself, but once the music started it was actually preferable to be alone. 'your blue veins' and 'store bought bones', in particular, were insane live. it made up for the white stripes debacle of last summer- the concert at the gorge that i ended up missing.
i officially move tomorrow. i am shirking my responsibilities at the moment, obviously. there is only so much i can do with all my rubbish still in the apartment. i am packing things that i haven't touched since unpacking them 7 months ago. i am excited. it will be poignant to leave the capitol hill lair, though. i have a profound fondness for this place- what it's represented, most of all. i was laying on the filthy carpet this afternoon, reading 'the smithsonian', helix asleep on my ass, and it started raining for the first time in months, loudly hitting the leaves outside the open window. i will miss that. i will miss the perpetual bathtub leak and the senile toilet that requires holding the handle down for the entire length of the flush. i will miss the misaligned shoji screens and the '50's sliding kitchen cabinets and the 1940's oven that never worked but looked really cool. i will miss the ceiling fan and the silver radiator and the built-in shelves and the escher painting i glued to the medicine cabinet.
i will not miss the bad music that my neighbors enjoy, or the shit parking, or the dungeon of a laundry room, or the leaking ceiling, or none of the non-sliding cabinet doors latching, or the obnoxious drunks shrieking on the street at 3 am. the other night i was on the front steps of the building, circa 12.30 am, and nonchalantly watched a man urinate against the side of the building across the street: an older guy, fairly average in appearance (i.e not a blatant vagrant). i thought, 'hmm. i hope he doesn't piss on my car next.' it will be nice to not have those thoughts any more. in my new hood, people will break into my vehicle, but they probably won't want to climb up the hill just to micturate on it.
one of my coworkers just returned from alaska. loved skagway, hated juneau. "it's the most horrible place on earth" he said. "it made me very angry." his brother has lived there for a few months, "so now he's like a local, all gross..." "did he grow a beard?" someone interrupted. "yeah, but he can't really grow a beard, so it's all patchy..."