Me: So get this. It’s called a “tank top” because a long time ago we used to call swimming pools “swimming tanks,” and people thought that the shirt looked like a “swimming tank top“—that is, a swimsuit top! So we have an article of clothing whose name everyone recognizes and uses, but which is named after an obsolete term for a swimming pool!
Her: Whatever.
that my sister became a Mormon and joined a ward in Brighton, England.
So my tenure present to myself is going to be a nice guitar. Here are the contenders so far:
Taylor 414CE: I took the train down to SLC this afternoon and played a limited edition of this guitar (made of walnut!) that was quite simply the best sounding guitar in the house. This is my benchmark.
Breedlove C25: My local shop is a Breedlove dealer, and they have several impressive instruments. I have not played this particular guitar, but I have played both its cheaper version and its 12-string version. If the C25 sounds as good as the 12-string, I may have to snatch one up.
Collings OM2: This is a cute little guitar with a ridiculous bass response for its size; I’m not sure it’s worth the price, though.
First, I dug a hole.
Then, I cut a post:
Then I figured out how big my board needed to be:
Then I marked my holes.
Then I drilled!
Then I mounted my hinges:
Then I mounted the board onto the post and hinges:
Then I stuck it in the ground and poured in the quick-crete:
Then I painted the board while I waited on the concrete to dry:
Then I mounted my hose roller thing!
And now I have a hose roller that turns to face either the side of the house, where I often need it—
—or the front of the house, where I often need it:
The only thing left to do is run to Home Despot and grab a coupling to stick two feeder hoses (I have another one) together so that there’s enough hose to let it turn more easily.
I had originally planned to do this with a piece of chain-link fencepost and a hinge in the middle of the board to let it turn nearly 360º, but the fenceposts were waaaaaaay more expensive than I anticipated.
After reading, a few months ago, that one of the hallmarks of fascism is the rendering of politics as an aesthetic event, I have found myself unable to get energized about American politics anymore.
It’s just too goddamned depressing.
