Our cousin Eddie Gossling is visiting Philly, specifically Helium Comedy Club. We took a posse to see his show last night and he killed. I'm being objective too. My dad was siting beside me at the show and it was great to see him dab away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks.
You have to see him sometime... oh, that's right, YouTube to the rescue!
I have two blue bandanas that I rotate as back left pocket hankies for my house work clothes. Most nights I come home from the office and transform into contstuction dude/handy man. (At some point I need to figure out which one is my secret identity and which one is the super hero alter ego.) I appreciate the functionality of the hanky. It's primary use is to collect dust-induced boogies and occasionally clean the debris off of whatever I may be making; this week it was crates for shipping paintings.
It might just be the closest thing that I have to a security blanket. It's always there. I can always count on it. It always dries my tears. It reminds me of my grandpas.
Janell finds my security snot rag rather unsanitary. She says it's "like carrying around my used dinner napkin with me all week..no, it's worse than that. Much worse. It's just disgusting and filthy and gross."
I've never really thought about it as being gross. I just figured it was a time honored way of handling my nasal issues in a manly manner.
I'm not going anywhere with this besides sharing a mundane point of minor contention from our lovely and concrete strong, steel reinforced union.
I moved to Philly with dreams of turning this wonder of a blog into a chronicle of my ebbs and flows and woes as a home remodeler. It was going to be cool, with fresh pics and witty and sharp commentary. Then the grant for the intern never came through and, well, one thing led to another and I've been in a deep funk since losing one of my closest companions not so long ago. (a self referential link on one's blog is the equivalent of a derivative of a derivative. Which can only equal good things.)
My life here is a lot different than the one I lived in Newark. It's busier and more active. I come home from work and get back to work as opposed to making chickens and such. And it's good for me... it's just not so good for you and your obsession with tracking the doings of the hola. You'll get what I give you and that will be enough. Now go to bed.
Friends and regular readers - rejoice with us now! After almost three months as homeowners we've finally completed renovations on Janell's studio. We finished all the work on Friday evening and moved in on Saturday. Having one room finished gives us hope for what the rest of the place will look like. If you want to see more pictures, click on the ones above to jump to flickr.
We're finally getting close to finishing a project. The inscription reads:
"Studio of Janell Olah the Artist/Sculptor September 27, 2006 Built by Ryan + Janell Olah powered by Yard's Brewery Supplies by Home Depot + Woods Brothers Relationship Counseling + Spiritual Guidance by Steve Yutzy-Burkey Made Possible by Auntie Anne's, Inc. + University of Pennsylvania ING Direct John + Marilyn Fausnacht TODD + Snails Oh, and a big Shout Out to Fran's Deli!"
This morning I trimmed my mustache with fingernail clippers. I have some special little scissors and a shaver designated for this task but they're buried in the rubble. I cannot wait to start fully living in our house.
Here's another revelation: I go to Home Depot every day. No lie.