Location and Hygiene and HBO has Good TV: Minimal Daily Post

[sisabet]

Constant access to readily hot water is truly one of the best things about living in a post-industrialized world, cause no matter how cool she may be, I am no Starbuck.

::is *so* clean that she squeaks::

Speaking of post-industrial: I have lived at my apartment for over 9 months without noticing that a manufacturing plant is completely visible from my back door. I think it is the Jif plant over on Winchester, but I don't know for sure.

Its presence makes me feel happy in a way only people who also grew up in almost total agrarian societies can imagine. I can see Downtown and big buildings, I can see a factory - I live on Sesame Street.

Well - not quite - but right where I live is almost at a dividing line: There are warehouses at my back and and elementary school and the fringes of a historical district at my front. My worldview on a daily basis is shaped by which exit I take to leave my house.


I find this entirely stimulating.

In other news, I have found that more than 2 episodes of Carnivale on a work day is just too much for my brain to handle. As it is, I was so unable to figure out what was going on with the Russian kids in "The River" until they smacked me over the head with it (literally!) and I ended up getting caught up in the soap elements of "Lonnigan, Texas" and totally missed any significance other than the Lodge stuff. And Brother Justin. Who I love and just got hot in a really bad-wrong way.

Day-Am.

*Finally* saw Deadwood "Requiem for a Gleet" (ouch!) and will now trawl back in my Flist looking for discussion. If I am unable to locate any discussion, I will start one here and participation will be manditory.

::looks sternly over glasses::

Comments

[piper47.livejournal.com]

Ya know, after reading all the comments about cold showers on your other post, I was thinking that *I* should probably take a cold shower sometime. Help me hair a little and close up my pores and what not.

Totally a bad idea. I was taking a really hot shower, then before I got out, I turned it to cold and nearly fell out of the shower.

I'm not going to do that again. Ever.

[coffeeandink.livejournal.com]

I wasn't, either, except I think my hair is considerably less frizzy than usual. Now I'm torn.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

You could get out of the (warm) shower and follow up with a cold water rinse of just your hair while leaning your head over the sink or the side of the tub or something. I envision the use of a large plastic cup of some kind. It would still be mighty shocking to your head, but at least your whole body wouldn't suffer.

Note that I say "you." I couldn't. Not without making more of a mess than it's worth to me. Although...how *much* less frizzy?

Now I'm thinking about my little, old grandparents, now in their eighties, who have spent the last forty years tipping themselves over the side of the large utility sink in the basement laundry area and ducking their heads under the spicket to wash their hair. (They have never installed a shower in their bathroom and prefer that sink over the bathtub when it comes to the washing of hair.) The one time I washed my hair at their house while staying with them as an adult, I had to hoist myself up and hang from my midsection on the edge of the (very sturdy) sink in order to get my head down under that faucet. I came up the stairs exclaiming to my grandmother about the experience, only to be met with a, "well, yes, that's pretty much what I do." Greatest Generation, man...they could totally take us in an even fight. ::ponders Caveman vs. Astronaut::

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Your post has me reminscing about the location of my friend Emily's house where I lived for several years. From the backyard you could look across to part of the local college's tiny golf course and, past that, to a paper company plant and an automobile parts manufacturing company where I temped as the office manager in the sales and engineering department for about half of a summer during grad school. ::is nostalgic for their movable electronic wall filing system for part specifications:: That was a great commute to work. It was only about a block away, but most of the time I was running so late and wearing such girly shoes that I drove. I've never had so little time to goof off on the job. I would have started cutting myself if I'd had to work there permanently. I doubt the replacement temp I "trained" before I left lasted a week. They got a decorated sheet cake for my last day. Good times.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Cake! And yay to free time at work!

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

If I am unable to locate any discussion, I will start one here and participation will be manditory.

You should totally start one. *crosses legs* OUCHIEOUCHIE!