divine angst

Everybody stop by and tell stag congrats on getting into law school!

And then light some good luck candles for sui generis, ’cause he’s next!

This is so sad. Perhaps even pathetic:

You want a more urban experience, but you don’t want to give up your suburban trappings. The answer? A house in the suburbs that looks like it belongs in the city. Exposed brick! Floor-to-ceiling windows! A mezzanine bedroom! And just look how much space! Why, it’s just like the place we always wanted in college!

I’m not even really sure where to start with how wrong this whole way of thinking is. I love big cities, I love urban living, I love all the things that the suburbanites presumably hate about downtown:

…downtown still lacks the amenities that most Americans crave, such as good schools, convenient big-box stores, and, most importantly, a sense of personal space all but impossible in the big city.

(To this I say, A sense of personal space is not dictated by the size of one’s home’s lot, it’s determined by how well you mesh with your surroundings. And don’t even get me started on big box stores.)

So the concept of living in a “loft,” handily ensconced in a gated community several miles outside any area that could be considered urban, makes my stomach hurt. Isn’t yucko stucco bad enough? Now all the little developments will be peppered with corrugated metal and brick facades.

The only authentic aspect of a loft in such environs is the ability to see into one’s neighbor’s living room, due to microscopic suburban easements.

Janine was so right about grilled cheese sandwiches. See, after yesterday, I’ve decided I need comfort food this week, so I came home at lunch today and pulled out my nonstick pan and shredded mozarella. Grilled cheese goodness.

My tummy feels all warm and happy, and that is definitely a Good Thing.

…if anyone ever uses “troubleshoot” in the past tense?