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Sunday, July 31, 2011

"Where's your TV?"

Well, I don't have one.
Nor do I want one. 

If I had a dollar for every time somebody asked
me where the TV was in my house....
I could buy, well, probably something that was about 10 bucks.
But, that's besides the point.
I DON'T WANT A TELEVISION!
What a waste of time! There are so many other great things I would rather be doing. Namely...

Reading a book on my Kindle.
Playing my guitar.
Finding new music.
Sewing something.
Going for a walk on the beach.
Riding my bicycle. 
Looking for good recipes.
Cleaning my house!

I just think it's such a shame that so many households are focused on a little box in the corner of the room. Some people can't eat a meal, do household chores, sit alone with somebody, or go to the bathroom without the TV on in the background. 

So, if you come over to my house and ask me where my TV is...
I will refer you to this post. 
And...the following poem by Roald Dahl

(in case your wondering who the cowboy kid is, it's Mike Teavee)

"Mike Teavee..."

The most important thing we've learned, 
So far as children are concerned, 
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let 
Them near your television set -- 
Or better still, just don't install 
The idiotic thing at all. 
In almost every house we've been, 
We've watched them gaping at the screen. 
They loll and slop and lounge about, 
And stare until their eyes pop out. 
(Last week in someone's place we saw 
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.) 
They sit and stare and stare and sit 
Until they're hypnotised by it, 
Until they're absolutely drunk 
With all that shocking ghastly junk. 
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, 
They don't climb out the window sill, 
They never fight or kick or punch, 
They leave you free to cook the lunch 
And wash the dishes in the sink -- 
But did you ever stop to think, 
To wonder just exactly what 
This does to your beloved tot? 
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD! 
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD! 
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND! 
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND 
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND 
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND! 
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE! 
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE! 
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES! 
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say, 
'But if we take the set away, 
What shall we do to entertain 
Our darling children? Please explain!' 
We'll answer this by asking you, 
'What used the darling ones to do? 
'How used they keep themselves contented 
Before this monster was invented?' 
Have you forgotten? Don't you know? 
We'll say it very loud and slow: 
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ, 
AND READ and READ, and then proceed 
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks! 
One half their lives was reading books! 
The nursery shelves held books galore! 
Books cluttered up the nursery floor! 
And in the bedroom, by the bed, 
More books were waiting to be read! 
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales 
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales 
And treasure isles, and distant shores 
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars, 
And pirates wearing purple pants, 
And sailing ships and elephants, 
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, 
Stirring away at something hot. 
(It smells so good, what can it be? 
Good gracious, it's Penelope.) 
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter 
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, 
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, 
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and- 
Just How The Camel Got His Hump, 
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, 
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, 
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole- 
Oh, books, what books they used to know, 
Those children living long ago! 
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, 
Go throw your TV set away, 
And in its place you can install 
A lovely bookshelf on the wall. 
Then fill the shelves with lots of books, 
Ignoring all the dirty looks, 
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, 
And children hitting you with sticks- 
Fear not, because we promise you 
That, in about a week or two 
Of having nothing else to do, 
They'll now begin to feel the need 
Of having something to read. 
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! 
You watch the slowly growing joy 
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen 
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen 
In that ridiculous machine, 
That nauseating, foul, unclean, 
Repulsive television screen! 
And later, each and every kid 
Will love you more for what you did. 

'Nuff said.



Sunday, July 24, 2011

A little more progress.

Believe it or not, I've been EXTREMELY busy and have hardly had the time to even unpack the THREE boxes with all of my belongings in them. Unfortunately, the before and after pictures of my studio are not all that different...

There are a few more pieces of furniture AND a couple more little knick knacks...so let's just say this is the in between
 "before" and "after". 

And...pardon the poor quality of photography.
It's a camera phone as my REAL camera decided to retire early.


I added one more curtain panel so the neighbors can't peep...



Found an amazing antique dresser on craigslist.
Now I just need to find some skeleton keys so I can lock my underwear drawer.


FREE couch, just bought a slipcover. 
I've noticed that since working at EDITION, my love of whites and earth tones has dramatically increased. 
In case you hadn't noticed. 
I guess you start to reflect what your surrounded by.




Miniature Kitchen. 




Still working on the powder room...

Also, in good news: the couch is SOOO comfortable and doubles as a bed. For those of you who haven't come to visit me yet...now's your chance!

If I may, I would just like to share why I was inspired to paint a red wall in my bedroom. Here are some photos of places that have red accents that I fell in love with. Coupeville, Washington is apparently quite a fan of this delightful hue. As well as San Francisco.








Now I have one of my very own. 
Ciao!