D E S I G N /// ck

in 12 easy lessons!

The hangers are working hard and the drywall finisher should start this week. I'm hoping it's all done by the end of the weekend. It's very exciting.

I found this when I was taking pictures for a project downtown. It's the back of a sign on an old 1930s parking garage. I really like the rust patterns.

Friday night I am riding my bike home from work. My wife has asked me to pick up a paper for her, so she can look at job advertisements. After a futile search for a paper stand at Kroghetto, I roll into the Pilot down the street from my place. After noting the irony of riding a bike into a gas station, I "park" and walk in.

The place is jumping! Apparently Friday night = gas station in my neighborhood. There was a line to the door at the second cashier, but only one woman at the first. I get in line behind her and soon find out why no one was there.

First I notice Kadeisha's (as I started calling her in my head) bleached blonde hair and ear full of jewelry. I count her earrings carefully three times (10) because she is buying lottery tickets (10) and taking her sweet time. Now that we have a state lottery, they've made up dozens of little games to play, most of which involve scratching off that silver skin that conceals the numbers to fortune, or bankruptcy. Kadeisha is cherry picking her games and playing them slowly (at the counter) with relish. She carefully considers each card like tarot reader, trying to sense with her fingers which will change her life. I watch, as she has the most exciting time of her week.

After waiting (10) minutes, Kadeisha moves to the door 50 bucks poorer and I approach the counter. The clerk looks at the paper in my hands and says, "Oh- papers are free on Fridays." I walk back to my bike and ride home.

Last night I had to confirm the water meter number in front of my house for the utility before we could hook it up. I took a hammer out to pry the iron cover off. After two tries I got it off, and that's when several hundred cockroaches looked up at me and panicked.


Jumping back and stifling the little girl squeal in my throat, I ran to the house post-haste and grabbed some insect poison. Running back, I saw that most of the roaches had made like underage kids and bolted from the party. I dumped some poison in, letting the stragglers know the party was definitely over. As they made a final bid for freedom, I started stomping. When it was all said and done, I had stomped 67 of them. 67 roaches. And those were just the stragglers.

That was my evening. How was yours?

...Rorschach is my favorite character in Watchmen.


I love the part when he gets thrown in prison with all the criminals he's caught over the years: they all keep trying to kill him, but he calmly survives and beats all of them to bloody (sometimes dead) pulp. He's the only character (besides the Comedian) who does whatever it takes to get the job done. I respect that.

After three weekends of hard, itchy work, the house is insulated. Now there are just a few odds and ends to do over the weekend to get ready for the drywallers, who are due to start on Monday.