I'm an F*ing Genius

The Westovarian approach to problems, especially around the house, is not so much to fix them as it is to work around them. When Annie and I were roommates on Westover, the drain in our shower slowly stopped working. If you've seen Annie's hair, that won't surprise you.

Annie's hair

Instead of buying drano or calling our landlord, we just showered using less and less water.

I am, once again, taking the long way around a problem, and I think I'm being pretty clever. There's a leak on the hose of our kitchen faucet, and it's causing water to run down beneath the sink. It's already caused the lower shelf collapse.

Instead of getting a new faucet (which, admittedly, we should do at some point), I used science to work around this problem.

The surface tension of the water is causing it to run down the side of the metal tube and under the sink rather than just fall out of the leak and go down the drain. I have used a piece of string to reroute the water's path.

If you thought I'd do dishes before taking a picture of the sink, you should realize that this is not that kind of blog.

So far it's kind of working.

9/52

feb 26. my guilty beer pleasure. it reminds me of beers bee and summer time. 

feb 27. jon cooked.

feb 28. this is nice

mar 01. new albums for the month! and froyo!

mar 02. tyson's laugh

mar 03. hey, it's a flower!

mar 04. alone time.

One Thought about Blue Jasmine

Being woefully behind in watching Oscar-nominated movies, I went to Redbox and got the only qualifying one in there. Blue Jasmine, if you haven't seen it, is about a posh woman who falls from greatness and has to move in with her not-posh sister. Cate Blanchett plays Jasmine and spends the movie in varying degrees of nervous breakdown. (She never talks to Frodo, not once!)

Her character is isolated from everybody else in the movie. I don't sympathize with her character. The audience is not, generally, going to feel sorry that she cannot be very very rich anymore. Her loss is only vaguely understandable. We watch her in her isolation.

But there's one part in the movie where I felt like she got all of us. She's sitting down across a booth from her sister's two kids. They've heard some things about her; she got picked up in the street, talking to herself. She admits to it, over her Stoli martini, drunk like in the rest of the movie. She tells them she had to have electro-shock therapy to set her brain right. Why? They ask her.

Jasmine: There's only so many traumas a person can withstand until they take to the streets and start screaming.

She speaks for us exactly once, and it's awesome.