The Flat, Mark II - Impressions and Expressions of Ijon
The Flat, Mark II|
While I was away, my faithful flatmate arnulf
conspired with cinamon
, and antinous
to re-design The Flat. Walls were painted, sofa cushions were covered, curtains were purchased, new shelves were affixed to the walls, moose were redistributed, bookshelves were moved and reordered, the kitty litter box was relocated, the kitchen was reconfigured, the temple was replaced, and many other things underwent actions that would be described by verbs beginning with 're'. My own room, which I left in a preposterous
mess, was completely tidied up, too, and brought to a degree it had never known before. Hell, my shirts in the closet are actually ordered according to a color gradient!
The result is fabulous
. The place is a whole lot nicer now, and I have a hard time thinking of words to express my elation and gratefulness for all their efforts.
I am very, very lucky to have these people in my life.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Atmosphera -- Cuckoo (Love's Labour's Lost)
|Date:||March 30th, 2004 04:42 pm (UTC)|| |
Your shirts in the closet are ordered according to a color gradient???
|Date:||March 30th, 2004 05:34 pm (UTC)|| |
[I believe mux2000
deserves credit as well...]
|Date:||March 30th, 2004 06:33 pm (UTC)|| |
Hey, don't forget mux2000
(Wall painting, Chair painting, not to mention floor scrubbing...) and assaf
(Hammering, drilling and screwing the walls, not to mention foreman of the sewing sweatshop...) - without them I doubt we'd have gotten this far,
And too far we're still far from getting - a lot of work still remains to be done. The Pompeian fresco awaits!
|Date:||March 30th, 2004 07:23 pm (UTC)|| |
|Date:||March 30th, 2004 08:36 pm (UTC)|| |
They're nuts, I tell you!
|Date:||March 31st, 2004 01:35 am (UTC)|| |
Yess... A Pompeian fresco,
(Well, technically it's not gonna be a fresco, but it'll still be influenced by the ones found in Pompeii, if only by background --)
Why have a terra cotta wall otherwise?!
It was quite obvious from the start that a shocking wall such as that should not be hid behind yet another book cabinet (as it is now), but celebrated instead in an evil bottomed wall painting.
From thence great minds diverged - The Chief Designer
mused about an airy leaning tree, Nipponese style, but the opposition argued that although tentaclysm is a throbbing pillar of modern civilization, red is not a fitting background for silk painting. The Executor
fantasized about taking some pretty Raphael, reducing it to three shades and sticking some Doric columns around it, but Head of Art
made a fine point about the sensitivity of such an original in the clums of our hands. Instead, he said, why not pick some Hellenistic piece of pottery and project that instead. Single shade, more prosaic art, the repetitive decorations asking to be stenciled, and the perfect background, of course. We set forth and found a beautiful drawing of deer slaughtering (Hmmm...) and a Homer based one of man slaughtering (Aha!mmm...) and were almost ready to start, but The Feng-Shui Guru
dryly noted that all that slaughtering going round might harm the tranquil equilibrium of the bloody wall and suggested inFuriated Orestes or some Afro-ed Ditty, and while looking for some well formed Muses we realized that we'll have to depart from the shades we already had and paint it dark brown. Acronaut L.
suggested Magritte, The Geometer
said the walls are pink (but all his 'pressions are tainted goluboy, so we never mind), the moose started huddling in one corner and drinking much too much, The working class
nodded silently and kept his dignity, the line dropped dead on our toes, The Zershling
meowed "All good salmon is art!" and the wall remained red.
I'm afraid there'll be no escape but to feed the lady of the house and convene the resident quorum. Until then, the fourth wall will continue staring at us with faux majesty, waiting for redemption by the silliness it deserves.
|Date:||March 30th, 2004 07:07 pm (UTC)|| |
Clearly, you should go to prison more often.
We tried to imagine your reaction :),we assumed that you might just arrive,look around and then close the door and walk away thinking that you walked into the wrong apartment.
Are you free at last? I do hope you are, or, if not yet, that you will be soon. after all, Pessach is חג החירות!