1.25.2008

Breaking the Block




well, damn planners! i read an article by a professor of mine last night about master planned communities exhibiting ecological design standards. cool and everything, but i think i'm into organic placement and design. there is this small town in AZ called Miami. have you been? OMG, it's the coolest town ever. it's a tangled mess of old, mostly run-down shacks and industrial buildings. there is this turquoise villa on the side of the mine that is burnt down. aaron loved it. i had pleanty of dreams about it too and it would be a great place to fix up and do some funky business out of.
we were wondering what we should do this weekend. maybe we'll go back to miami and take pictures.
rachel, i would love to move close to you and have an underground food business. we'll work on that.

1.24.2008

Ideas of Fancy and What-Not




Okay, so now that I've started, let me tell you what's up:
I've had all sorts of fanciful ideas with Aaron these days. I want to have an intimate dining experience from my home that I do not have. It will have a front porch and/or garden. There will be one long table out front to seat up to 6 people (8 if I absolutely must) and two small tables inside seating a couple or a single each. There will be an ass explosion of ambiance and I will do all of the cooking. Now, I think I need to have only two available dinners (to cut down on food waste) and I can switch out the menu once a week or something. I'll be open only 6 hours in two intervals: from 2 pm to 5 pm and from 7 pm to 10 pm. Maybe just from 6 pm to 10 pm. I don't know yet. That's not the point, the point is that I will only feed up to 16 people a night. Okay, I may need to hire two additional people. Well, I have Aaron and he's in on it. So, just one person. But the meal will be $40 to $50 per person and it will include an aperitif, small fresh appetizer, the main dish which will be simple yet hearty and delicious, and an after dinner drink and small dessert.
Now, I'm a planner and everything but how does the zoning for this work? I guess it will have to be zoned commercial / mixed-use and not residential b/c I will be serving = service industry. ?. What's up with this? I have no clue. I think I'll just tell the cops that the people eating at my house are family members. I'll have 100 cousins or something and they'll all be rich and have pitty on me so that's the reason they're leaving money on the table.

Other than that, I want to be a writer and a dancer and a gardener. And I will, later in life, open a shop with my good friend Lilly serving coffee and little yummies such as cheesecake muffins and banana bread pudding pots, with the small side cigar shop and smoking room (how's the zoning for this one too?), the local art on display and for sale, and the used book displays featuring local writers and poets which will act as a small funky library and book store. There will be trinkets with class and whimsy as well that you can buy. All of this stuff will not have price tags. It will just be part of the background and if someone wants to buy it, there will be an approximate pricing list book or they can just ask. I'll work out bargains.

What else? Well, Aaron is the love of my life and I'm sure I'll have plenty to say about that in future blogs. As you all should have gathered by now, I'm happier than ever. This is exactly what I wanted, actually, so much more amazing that I had imagined it could be. He and I have been doing photography and antique / thrift shopping on the weekends among other things like sitting in the mountains overlooking the city and drinking beer and telling stories at night, watching too many Gilmore Girls episodes, chasing each other like retards (I use that word in the best sense possible) around the house and pretend slapping and acting like old grandmas, and other nonsense things that most likely only we would understand or enjoy.

I'm here


and I know where all of you are. it's nice to be a part of what you are all a part of. hello becka, hello rachel, hello dad and patti, hey... hello jovi. mom, are you there?