The Only Reason to Live in an Apartment

There is a lot wrong with life in an apartment complex, like feeling your neighbors' voices as well as hearing them, and all the general nastiness of sharing space without sharing life; but there are some things that I have always envied about apartment living - mainly, this one moment I keep imagining: the moment when you pass one of your neighbors in the hall just as he is opening his door and you happen to get a glimpse of his place. And what do you know, it looks like the picture you see here. A magical atmosphere full of Moroccan lanterns and ruby lighting and all-around mystery. And maybe you smell some incense and hear music, very quiet; perhaps the gentle twanging of an oud with a shower of little rhythms from a djarbouka. And you are like, Oh, man, I wish I could go in there.

More specifically, I have always wanted to be that person with the magical room, making people envious. I would look up at the wishful thinkers, smile modestly, and lock the door behind me.

Blog Neglect, Pant Legs, and Other Serious Problems

Updating a blog is one of the easiest things to never do. Acknowledge that, and you've come a long way toward intellectual honesty. Now, there are several possible reactions to this realization, the most placebo-like of which is to start yet another blog, Only This Time You Will Post On It Every Day. Yeah. Right. I now have three such blogs, invented solely for the purpose of avoiding this one. Ironically, I now avoid those other blogs with an even greater passion, if that's imaginable.

I'm sorry, God. We humans can't keep up with Your incessant media output. (I'm apologizing to God because I'm thinking He's probably the only one who has never been guilty of neglecting a blog.) Reality is, things get in the way. Or they don't. Yeah, that's the dichotomy: either too much is going on so we can't blog, or nothing is going on so we can't blog. Notice that these problems are opposites in every other respect, but in both cases, we can't blog. That is pretty much the bottom line.

Let's get back to me. About the only thing I have to blog about today is:

Pant Legs

 

My pant legs are a little wide today, and so for once I didn't try to stuff them inside my snow boots. But they're also a little narrow today too, so I didn't do the other thing either, namely pulling them down over my snow boots. No; today I did something else, something nobler. Today I turned the bottom hem of my pant legs inside out and rolled them up about five, six inches, so that they sort of sit (sort of) on top of my snow boots. Which looks horrible.

 

I also promised in the title of this post to address some other serious problems.

 

...Yes. Yes, I did, didn't I? Well.