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March 17th, 2006

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Friday, March 17th, 2006 01:49 pm
After years of "clothes aren't made to fit humans" rants, this is funny as hell. (Make's title is an exaggeration, but still.) *snort*
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Friday, March 17th, 2006 10:19 pm
I've been looking through catalogs and such with an eye to design elements I'd like to incorporate in my home. We're thinking of ripping out the big stone surfacing over our fireplace -- what mantels do I like? We've been thinking of a new look for the living room -- what window treatments, art, and furniture styles do I like?

I'm noticing something I never would have guessed. My eye is drawn to stuff that's sleek and modern.

I like this brushed aluminum clock. It just looks nifty and cool and clean and sorta elegant.
I like this candleholder. It looks better in the "room view", not quite so stark, but I think stark is a little of what I was liking.
I like this table centerpiece thingy. I like these.

But I'm also drawn to some formal fancied-up stuff, too. I like this decorative fooble. The simpler one here does nothing for me.

Do I like the sleek and modern only because it is so different from what I see every day? Would I like it as much if a whole room looked like that, or would it be overwhelming, almost (looking at that clock again) pretentious?

Do I like that decorative fooble only because it's so danged ostentatiously expensive, luring me in to thinking "I could make my house look like the palace of a billionaire"? Is that, too, only because it is so different from what I see every day? Or am I drawn to that picture more because of the water and the trees?

I'm going to keep collecting pictures of things I like, and maybe some day I'll figure it out.
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Friday, March 17th, 2006 10:32 pm
(Okay, day 16 too: random daily upkeep.)

Today I filed all of my papers. All of them, every last bit. My mail drawer is empty. The inboxes on my desk are empty. The other random stacks that had been growing on my desk are gone. The thick pile that was sitting on a box underneath the desk is gone. All the catalogs are gone. The small dusty pile of travel-souvenirish stuff on top of a box of photos, the tiny pile I made during a Quicken update and left on top of the computer, and the two ancient piles on the computer desk are all gone. The table is completely clear.

A significant amount went into the circular file. Some other things didn't get pared down as well as they should and just got stuffed into folders. But it's all put away somehow. There is not a single piece of paper lying around. I filed

every.
single.
piece.

I feel pretty good about it.