A look around my room
This is a view from the door of my room. From left to right you can see...
- My dresser that I painted in psychadelic colors.
- The pile on the bottom left is my clean clothes pile, not to be confused with the dirty clothes pile or the out of season clothes pile.
- The bed is my bed, where I sleep. It used to belong to my best friend Blake and it could fold into a couch if necessary. The blanket probably needs to be washed but I am eternally shiftless and can't be arsed.
- Above the bed on the side near the dresser is my baby blankie, which I decided to turn into a quilt, as it was rather falling into ruin. You see, I don't tend to throw things away, so I cut up some random fabrics and an anarchy flag I had and redid one side of the blanket with that. The other side isnt falling apart because its held together by, you guessed it, psychadelic fabric paint.
- Above the head of the bed is a needle point of some parrots my mother did some time long ago. It, like most of the things in my room, is old and worn but I wouldnt part with it for a gazillion cookies.
- In the center of the bottom is my carpet, it's an oriental plastic dealy that I got from my cousin Sandy. It needs to be swept. I don't vacuum because I dislike the noise, but don't let that fool you - I don't sweep much either.
- The psychadelic box in the center right is a toy box I've had forever and have turned into a crazy nightstand. It used to be only four colors, but now it is far, far better. I have since taken three panels off of it and am displaying them as paintings. Of what I do not know. Shut up.
- On the nightstand: An Anna Quindlen book, my computer tower that is horribly old and written on, my diary, my notebook for writing, and a lamp from my cousin. Also various papers I scribble on.
- Infront of the base of the lamp is my little blue cd player. My stereo broke (though I kept it) so I hooked the cd player to some spare computer speakers I probably stole from school and then hooked it to an outlet and now I have a very compact sound system.
- The large red carpet is an oriental rug from my father that I use to keep sunlight out. This picture was taken while I was quite nocturnal.
- The green thing is the chair cover for my computer chair. It's pretty bare so I hot glued fabric to it to make it softer and comfier.
- On the computer desk above the chair are notes for my various novel and insane rambling I jotted down.
- The round white thing is a bowl that I only recently took back down to the kitchen. Behind that obscured is a picture of my mother and some computer speakers.
- My terribly old computer monitor that Blake gave me.
- My mouse pad I stole from that navy recruiter bastard. Then I put on a grim reaper costume and held up a sign that said "Navy: Accelerate your death" while standing nearby.
- The shiney thing above the computer is my mirror pieced together from a broken disco ball.
- Above the mirror are letters of encouragement to me or nifty things I found- picture of Che Guevara, His Excellency The President of Palestine, letters praisingh my writing, and receipts from when my art work sells.
- In the far right is my new computer which I hardly ever use but it gives me security. It's a security computer.
Outside of the picture on the right is my deskwhere I paint and also use as a chess table when my dad's over. It has two green chairs with it as well as a plastic bag on a hanger that I use as a floating trashcan.
Here you can see the various piles I call my own. The one near the bed, as we discussed, is my clean pile. In the corner is the out of season pile, and near the door is the dirty pile. I'm not sure where that green thing belongs. Note that I keep my clothes in piles because I keep my drawers full of... wait what do I have in my drawers... Hmmm...
Being born catholic had kind of an effect on me. I got dragged to church occasionally and I hated it, bloody hated all the nonsense and phonyness of dressing up and showing off and trying to be holiest and humblest. I loved the imagery though.
And so in my room I have an altar. A catholic cross, a bunch of tapers, wine bottles from my favorite vintages (spy valley and mountain view zinf for instance) and of course my little wine glass. My beatles poster is on the left and the edge of my quilt on the right.
Here you can see my window without its carpety covering. I have door beads in it. Atop my monitor is my old phone Charles gave me. This is the view I usually see when at the computer.
This is a view of my bookshelf which is on the wall that the door enters from. You can see all my Tolkien, Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Rice, Kesey and other such books there. I've since built a second shelf that consists of a piece of wood stretched from the speaker near the door to the stereo system on the other side.
The little can by the door is where I once kept my stash hidden under some after dinner mints that will never be eaten because they're for the guests who will never come.
All of this sits on, surprise surprise, a piece of furniture I painted with psychadelic colors.
Behind it is a great rug my father gave me.
Atop the stereo and beside the gargoyle box that holds my Black Panther button is one of my most important posessions: A three year old bag of kool aid that my friend and hero Jake gave me long ago. I was supposed to hop a train to Canada and start a revolution but the train was going too fast and I never made it on. He said I could only drink the kool aid when I had started on my way. I'm not on my way yet, but I hope I'll be able to drink it soon.
In the corner on that little beureau is a basket that Teresa gave to me on my 21st birthday. Sad memories. Go away yarghable!
Ok on the books is a bar of chocolate wrapped in gold foil and my wallet. My wallet contains one form of ID, my library and movie rental cards, and my hand written transcript of Allen Ginsburg's "Howl." I also have business cards for the inn in there.
Oh and theres a glass of some red substance too.
Outside the door is some wood and curtains and junk that Blake piled up there. One time there was a pile of books two feet high infront of my door because me and Blake and Charles had a book fight that then turned into a swordfight and ended with me getting shot by a dart gun. Good times, good times.
