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<< Sep 19, 2005 @ 22:00 >>

So, I got myself a bookshelf. This wasn't just about getting a bookshelf, and the end result was not just my books organised on a shelf. No! Buying this shelf gave me something to do. Something to build. That's one thing. Even more important: having my books, my video games, and my DVDs on the bookshelf means they aren't on my floor in bags. Also, a big empty white wall now isn't so big and empty and white. There's a bookshelf there!

I'm looking and feeling more moved in by the second! This change is huge! When is a bookshelf not just a bookshelf? Well.... right now. That's when... yeah.

This place has felt more like a hotel room or something... not really a home. I think having bags of things on the floor didn't help, but I've made a more introspective observation: I don't actually like sparse, simple, empty living areas as much as I thought. All that clutter I thought I disliked... clutter is comfort. Clutter is home.

I wouldn't have guessed that Emily Rose was going to be this influential or inspiring, but actually that movie is where my convictions for simplicity began to fail. The lawyer chick in that movie has a big comfy couch with lots of pillows and a coffee table and end tables and a rug... and none of it really like all that flash, or matches in some snappy way. But it looked comfortable, lived in, familiar. And I think that is the key. She had a lot of dark colours in this room of hers, too. I think maybe all the white walls, the white blinds, and the light beige carpet is what is driving me mad. A bookshelf means less white wall. The canvas I bought, and the posters I hung today, also mean and will mean less white wall.

You know, The Sexorcism made me think of another thing. Yes, yet another thing. The lawyer lady... she had this lawyer bar to hang at. She went there for her martinis, did paperwork, and networked with all the right people. It was the law scene, or whatever. I wish Minneapolis had a computer/design/geek/science scene. A bar where you'd go and drink with the creatives, but not the fucking beatnik writer creatives. Fucking frenchies. I think I'd really like to open a bar/coffee haus/music venue that was conducive to creating this kind of scene. Tech books. Tech magazines. White boards. Video game systems.

I think I ought to move to NYC or to the Pac Northwest, because I'd find it there. Or London, of course. Places where I'd feel I belong.

There's a real artist type painter who lives in this building. I think I should make him let me pick his brain about painting.