Gone With the Wind
Ishmael
Team of Rivals
Naked
Lord of the Flies
The Botany of Desire
A Farewell to Arms
Moby Dick (unabridged...and unfinished)
I Know This Much is True (unfinished)
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Friday, January 4, 2013
Anthems
At the end of every year Will and I go through the Pitchfork list of top songs and top albums...it's become a ritual that is highly anticipated in our household. This is only something we've done in the last 4 or 5 years as our leisure time started dwindling and things like houses and jobs replaced hours on end of music-trolling. Not to mention Will playing in a local band on a local record label...regional music tended to overtake our stereo. So we might come in at the tail end of an album's hype, but we can at least pretend that we know something of what's going on in indie music culture even while The Owls play on repeat in our car.
One of Pitchfork's top singles of the year was Japandroids' "The House That Heaven Built" (for whom our friend, Jimmy, recently drove while on tour). Here's what they had to say about the song:
"My favorite live moment of the year involved watching a crowd, not a band. It happened during the Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago. I was checking on something behind the stage during Japandroids' set and when I climbed up the stairs at stage right, I found myself staring at thousands of kids in their teens or early 20s who were singing along to this song's words like they were scripture: 'When they love you and they will/ Tell them all they'll love in my shadow/ And if they try to slow you down/ Tell them all to go to hell.' Watching that joyful connection brought to mind my original reaction to 'The House That Heaven Built'. At first, Japandroids reminded me of music and a sensibility from my youthful wanderings: basement shows, photocopied zines, couches you only saw once. But seeing that sing-along made me think about how punk spirit, however you define it, is something that can't be relegated to the past. There will always be rock kids who go to a show wanting to be saved. In 2012, this was their anthem." --Brandon Stosuy
With just 2 months left of my 20s and a new baby in tow, I naturally started thinking about my last decade and the gift that the music sub-culture we've been a part of has given us. Every show was a new opportunity to be saved, whether we needed saving or not. Every basement, no matter how disgusting (and there were some really sick ones), meant a chance for adventure and intimacy (no, not that kind of intimacy...at least not for me) with the closest of friends and the most random of strangers. We certainly had our own anthems...some were for all of us, some were just for Will and me, and some were just mine. You had never shouted so loud, arms emphatically above you, sometimes on the verge of tears that were either from emotion or just physical exertion or a little bit of both. These were the kinds of anthems that drove you (you=folks of the XY chromosome persuasion) to take your shirt off, jump on stage, and promptly hurl your sweaty body into a sea of hands willing to accept your sacrifice. Kind of sounds like a contemporary evangelical church service, I know. But for some of us it was our church, our scripture, our sacrament.
I don't think I have an anthem right now, and I'm wondering if I ever will again. Maybe you shouldn't after encountering so much of the real stuff of life: marriage, divorce, birth, death, disappoint, joy, betrayal, loyalty...and everything in between. The anthem wraps all of it up into one thing, one 2-5 minute song, and at this point I think I might know just enough about living to make it dangerous to compile it all together. I can't decide if that's something to mourn, or something to celebrate.
I just hope my daughter has her own anthem some day too.
One of Pitchfork's top singles of the year was Japandroids' "The House That Heaven Built" (for whom our friend, Jimmy, recently drove while on tour). Here's what they had to say about the song:
"My favorite live moment of the year involved watching a crowd, not a band. It happened during the Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago. I was checking on something behind the stage during Japandroids' set and when I climbed up the stairs at stage right, I found myself staring at thousands of kids in their teens or early 20s who were singing along to this song's words like they were scripture: 'When they love you and they will/ Tell them all they'll love in my shadow/ And if they try to slow you down/ Tell them all to go to hell.' Watching that joyful connection brought to mind my original reaction to 'The House That Heaven Built'. At first, Japandroids reminded me of music and a sensibility from my youthful wanderings: basement shows, photocopied zines, couches you only saw once. But seeing that sing-along made me think about how punk spirit, however you define it, is something that can't be relegated to the past. There will always be rock kids who go to a show wanting to be saved. In 2012, this was their anthem." --Brandon Stosuy
With just 2 months left of my 20s and a new baby in tow, I naturally started thinking about my last decade and the gift that the music sub-culture we've been a part of has given us. Every show was a new opportunity to be saved, whether we needed saving or not. Every basement, no matter how disgusting (and there were some really sick ones), meant a chance for adventure and intimacy (no, not that kind of intimacy...at least not for me) with the closest of friends and the most random of strangers. We certainly had our own anthems...some were for all of us, some were just for Will and me, and some were just mine. You had never shouted so loud, arms emphatically above you, sometimes on the verge of tears that were either from emotion or just physical exertion or a little bit of both. These were the kinds of anthems that drove you (you=folks of the XY chromosome persuasion) to take your shirt off, jump on stage, and promptly hurl your sweaty body into a sea of hands willing to accept your sacrifice. Kind of sounds like a contemporary evangelical church service, I know. But for some of us it was our church, our scripture, our sacrament.
I don't think I have an anthem right now, and I'm wondering if I ever will again. Maybe you shouldn't after encountering so much of the real stuff of life: marriage, divorce, birth, death, disappoint, joy, betrayal, loyalty...and everything in between. The anthem wraps all of it up into one thing, one 2-5 minute song, and at this point I think I might know just enough about living to make it dangerous to compile it all together. I can't decide if that's something to mourn, or something to celebrate.
I just hope my daughter has her own anthem some day too.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Born is the Bean of Sunset Hill
Yup, I'm typing this blog post while wearing a baby.
But, back to that in a second.
Yes, we did finish the parts of the house that we had hoped to before starting the whole parenthood thing. With lots of help from parents and friends, we were able to paint our new space, install floors, and move our bedroom and set up the nursery all with about 4 weeks to spare.
Now that we have that out of the way, on to more important things...
This little bean entered our world at 9:11am on Tuesday, September 18th. Noel Ivy Rose was 8 lbs, 1 ounce, and 20 inches long. She had a full head of dark hair, which momma was very happy about. Noel and I were able to have an uncomplicated labor and delivery, thanks to the excellent support of our midwife, doula, and Will.
The last month has been a welcome crash course of Noel teaching us how to be parents. Obviously it's challenging (any parent who tells you otherwise is full of malarkey), but it's also something that's hard to put words to. It's worth it.
So, here's what our last month with Noel has looked like...
It's true that it takes a village to raise a child. I think we can attribute a positive first month of parenthood to all the help we've had from family, friends, care providers, and BABS.
Can't wait for what's in store...
But, back to that in a second.
Yes, we did finish the parts of the house that we had hoped to before starting the whole parenthood thing. With lots of help from parents and friends, we were able to paint our new space, install floors, and move our bedroom and set up the nursery all with about 4 weeks to spare.
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| hallway nursery space |
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| new bedroom |
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| first pieces of flooring installed |
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| Done. |
Now that we have that out of the way, on to more important things...
This little bean entered our world at 9:11am on Tuesday, September 18th. Noel Ivy Rose was 8 lbs, 1 ounce, and 20 inches long. She had a full head of dark hair, which momma was very happy about. Noel and I were able to have an uncomplicated labor and delivery, thanks to the excellent support of our midwife, doula, and Will.
The last month has been a welcome crash course of Noel teaching us how to be parents. Obviously it's challenging (any parent who tells you otherwise is full of malarkey), but it's also something that's hard to put words to. It's worth it.
So, here's what our last month with Noel has looked like...
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| Nana Rose in grandparent heaven. |
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| Grammy O'Rourke...aka "Baby Whisperer" |
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| Noel's first music lesson. |
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| 1st trip to the Farmer's Market. |
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| Her and Dad's favorite book. |
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| Family hike in Brown County State Park. |
It's true that it takes a village to raise a child. I think we can attribute a positive first month of parenthood to all the help we've had from family, friends, care providers, and BABS.
Can't wait for what's in store...
Friday, July 20, 2012
We Fall Into Patterns Quickly
We've always loved the tile in the limestone farmhouse at Schact Farm. As soon as we started this project we knew that we wanted the same tile and pattern in our own house. Our thinking was that if the slate can handle the mess of an animal farm, then surely it can withstand our mess?
The slate was a deal at less than $2.50 sq ft. We ordered it from Penn Big Bed Slate Co. and had it shipped to Bender Lumber, who very kindly delivered it for free to our house (did I mention they didn't make a penny off of this transaction? Great business).
Here's what we were going for:
We really love this tile and pattern. Maybe as much as you can "love" something that doesn't live and breath .
Anyways, whatever you call our feelings towards this tile, it's good that we felt that way because boy was it about to test our commitment level.
First, this stuff is heavy. I mean, it's natural stone! Carrying it in from the pallet in the driveway was the first task. You can see there's about 6 different size tiles in the 10 sq. ft. pattern.
We thought we could just buy 1/8" spacers and call it a day. They didn't work.
Then we bought 3/16" and 1/4" spacers. Whaddya know, neither of those worked.
So we scoured Bloomington for 3/8" spacers. Found some, tried em', but they SUCKED. They don't make the kind specifically designed for offset patterns in that size, and the little cross-shaped ones just kept falling over. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I forgot to mention that Big Penn was closed for the weekend and that they don't send you any instructions with the tile (I had to call and have the pattern faxed to me). So, we turned to the only thing we knew that could help us in our time of need: Google. What were the two first answers to "slate tile and spacers"?
"Due to slight variations in tile size use of tile spacers is not recommended with slate tile."
"Throw away your plastic tile spacers when laying slate."
(sigh). As soon as I read this, it reminded me of the same moment I had about 3 years ago when I Googled something like, "raising two puppies". The first responses that came up were "Absolutely avoid getting two puppies at once" and "Expert breeders are careful about placing two puppies together in one home, because they know how much work it is to raise both of them". Whoopsadaisy.
So, on to plan B. We ended up deciding to use chalk lines in the whole mudroom to make sure the pattern stayed straight and uniform, and then eyeballed laying out the tile. Our friend (and tile expert) Chris recommended laying out the whole room before officially buttering up the tile, so that's what Will and Guff spent a whole day doing:
Looks pretty good for no spacers, huh?
The next job was to cut all the edge pieces, which Will did (I did my duty and asked him to wear safety goggles, but the most you can do is lead the horse to water...). The tile saw was loaned to us by Chris, who says that it is the "Cadillac" of saws and is envied by every tiler he knows. After using it, Will concurred about it's awesome-ness.
Once everything was cut and in place, Will and friends spent the next 3 days "back buttering" the tile after work. Thanks to Mandy, David, and Josh for the help!
Before sealing and grouting, we needed to clean it. Easy, right? WRONG. Two 300+ sq ft. scrub downs and some heavy acid cleaner spot checking later, we were finally ready to seal.
The most exciting part of the process was grouting, which we totally left up to the amazing grouting prowess of Mandy Corey (aka the most badass woman I know in Southern Indiana). Can you believe we finished in just 2.5 hours?
We cleaned and sealed it again (thanks Grandma and Grandpa Rose for the help!), and...VOILA! Check out our brand-spankin' new slate floors!!
Joaquin especially likes it.
Sooooo glad to have this part of the project done. It was a grueling two weeks of work. Thank God we were finally able to move the washer and dryer out of the kitchen!
Now on to the upstairs...
The slate was a deal at less than $2.50 sq ft. We ordered it from Penn Big Bed Slate Co. and had it shipped to Bender Lumber, who very kindly delivered it for free to our house (did I mention they didn't make a penny off of this transaction? Great business).
Here's what we were going for:
We really love this tile and pattern. Maybe as much as you can "love" something that doesn't live and breath .
Anyways, whatever you call our feelings towards this tile, it's good that we felt that way because boy was it about to test our commitment level.
First, this stuff is heavy. I mean, it's natural stone! Carrying it in from the pallet in the driveway was the first task. You can see there's about 6 different size tiles in the 10 sq. ft. pattern.
We thought we could just buy 1/8" spacers and call it a day. They didn't work.
Then we bought 3/16" and 1/4" spacers. Whaddya know, neither of those worked.
So we scoured Bloomington for 3/8" spacers. Found some, tried em', but they SUCKED. They don't make the kind specifically designed for offset patterns in that size, and the little cross-shaped ones just kept falling over. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I forgot to mention that Big Penn was closed for the weekend and that they don't send you any instructions with the tile (I had to call and have the pattern faxed to me). So, we turned to the only thing we knew that could help us in our time of need: Google. What were the two first answers to "slate tile and spacers"?
"Due to slight variations in tile size use of tile spacers is not recommended with slate tile."
"Throw away your plastic tile spacers when laying slate."
(sigh). As soon as I read this, it reminded me of the same moment I had about 3 years ago when I Googled something like, "raising two puppies". The first responses that came up were "Absolutely avoid getting two puppies at once" and "Expert breeders are careful about placing two puppies together in one home, because they know how much work it is to raise both of them". Whoopsadaisy.
So, on to plan B. We ended up deciding to use chalk lines in the whole mudroom to make sure the pattern stayed straight and uniform, and then eyeballed laying out the tile. Our friend (and tile expert) Chris recommended laying out the whole room before officially buttering up the tile, so that's what Will and Guff spent a whole day doing:
The next job was to cut all the edge pieces, which Will did (I did my duty and asked him to wear safety goggles, but the most you can do is lead the horse to water...). The tile saw was loaned to us by Chris, who says that it is the "Cadillac" of saws and is envied by every tiler he knows. After using it, Will concurred about it's awesome-ness.
Once everything was cut and in place, Will and friends spent the next 3 days "back buttering" the tile after work. Thanks to Mandy, David, and Josh for the help!
Before sealing and grouting, we needed to clean it. Easy, right? WRONG. Two 300+ sq ft. scrub downs and some heavy acid cleaner spot checking later, we were finally ready to seal.
The most exciting part of the process was grouting, which we totally left up to the amazing grouting prowess of Mandy Corey (aka the most badass woman I know in Southern Indiana). Can you believe we finished in just 2.5 hours?
We cleaned and sealed it again (thanks Grandma and Grandpa Rose for the help!), and...VOILA! Check out our brand-spankin' new slate floors!!
Sooooo glad to have this part of the project done. It was a grueling two weeks of work. Thank God we were finally able to move the washer and dryer out of the kitchen!
Now on to the upstairs...
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Dry Spell
We've got drywall folks.
Here's the loot, in all its glory.
The boys spent a Saturday hanging it. This is the ceiling downstairs:
The most exciting part of drywalling for Will was finally being able to take the door off that separated the old part of the house from the new part of the house.
Remember this?
Sorry door, you are no more. It kinda looks dead the way it's just laying there.
Now we can see all the way through the house. It was weird and exciting to have to start changing our mentality to thinking of the addition as part of our living space. It's just that it's been there sooooooo long, but has always been partitioned off.
And the stairwell:
The beanette's nursery hallway:
And our bedroom:
Drywalling is very tedious work, and yes, we are doing it ourselves (it's totally appropriate to call us crazy at this point). We managed to finish all the mudding and sanding in the mudroom, but are still trudging away upstairs. Thankfully though, we were able to paint the mudroom (Benjamin Moore HC-115 Georgian Green) last weekend with help from my dad and Travis and Ashlee:
Our next big task is tiling. Our friend Chris Elam (who drew up the plans for our house and also owns Sycamore Tile Works with his wife Emily...seriously, check them out and order some sweet house numbers as gifts for holidays and weddings!) lended his help and expertise to get us started. Will, Tim, and Chris were able to lay all the cement backerboard in just a few hours...an encouraging quick win after several weeks of drywalling with several more in sight:
Ummm, did I mention that neither of us have ever tiled before? Ever?
This should be interesting...
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Nostromo
10 weeks and counting.
And that's if all goes as we hope.
I'm 30 weeks this week and things are getting REAL folks. For REAL. Like, I can see her punch through my belly real (not to be confused with this kind of punching).
I've resolved myself to the reality that we likely won't have a pinterest-worthy nursery (ahem, hallway) by the time our sweet babe comes. Or a bathroom that doesn't require traversing a set of stairs to get to. And who knows what else I'm not thinking about (trim? light fixtures? air vents?). I know, I know, it's so hard being middle-class!
But I've also heard that you really only need a few things when baby arrives: boobs, a bed, diapers, and clothes. I think we can manage that. And in a way, the simplistic approach feels kind of liberating.
I'm hoping to help as much as I can these next few weeks before my big ole baby belly becomes a liability (images of smeared paint swim in my head from a belly that just doesn't leave enough room b/w it and a freshly painted wall).
Yes, pregnant ladies can help with home projects. And we can take walks, stand and not use a chair, garden...pretty much all the normal stuff. Maybe I won't be able to trim my toenails soon, and DO NOT get between me and the nearest bathroom. But mud and paint and tile, I can.
I think I can confidently say that we will have painted walls and finished floors by the time she arrives. And I'll eat those words if she decides to make a surprise early appearance.
To be honest, I'm looking forward to being able to tell my children one day about this crazy adventure in our lives. I guess it's our version of "I used to walk 5 miles in the snow to get to school every day..."
And that's if all goes as we hope.
I'm 30 weeks this week and things are getting REAL folks. For REAL. Like, I can see her punch through my belly real (not to be confused with this kind of punching).
I've resolved myself to the reality that we likely won't have a pinterest-worthy nursery (ahem, hallway) by the time our sweet babe comes. Or a bathroom that doesn't require traversing a set of stairs to get to. And who knows what else I'm not thinking about (trim? light fixtures? air vents?). I know, I know, it's so hard being middle-class!
But I've also heard that you really only need a few things when baby arrives: boobs, a bed, diapers, and clothes. I think we can manage that. And in a way, the simplistic approach feels kind of liberating.
I'm hoping to help as much as I can these next few weeks before my big ole baby belly becomes a liability (images of smeared paint swim in my head from a belly that just doesn't leave enough room b/w it and a freshly painted wall).
Yes, pregnant ladies can help with home projects. And we can take walks, stand and not use a chair, garden...pretty much all the normal stuff. Maybe I won't be able to trim my toenails soon, and DO NOT get between me and the nearest bathroom. But mud and paint and tile, I can.
I think I can confidently say that we will have painted walls and finished floors by the time she arrives. And I'll eat those words if she decides to make a surprise early appearance.
To be honest, I'm looking forward to being able to tell my children one day about this crazy adventure in our lives. I guess it's our version of "I used to walk 5 miles in the snow to get to school every day..."
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
We've Been Framed
Planning a home addition and baby addition is a somewhat surreal experience. One moment I'm researching toilets, the next it's strollers (which I gave up on. SOAP BOX ALERT: Picking out things for a babe who isn't here is like trying to furnish a house you've never seen! Who came up with this system?!?!?!). Things swimming in my brain at any given moment include Janka ratings, breast pumps, light fixtures, rocking chairs, tile sealer...I will spare you the rest of my madness. Oh, and then there's that whole labor and delivery thing. Yeh...
Life is FULL, but it's a good and exciting full. The light at the end (or is it the beginning?) of this proverbial tunnel is a sweet new babe (did I mention she's my first crush in 12 years?) and a new home. I'd like to have more of that swimming around in my brain.
This is the knee wall in our back bedroom upstairs. You can see there will be a door in the middle so we can use the inside of the knee wall for storage:
Other side:
This is the closet. Should make for an interesting door!:
This is looking down the staircase. The wall for the back bedroom is on the right. The bathroom is on the left:
So maybe it's not conventional, but we're excited about it: Baby aka "Daisy", aka "Beanette" Rose will have her very own nursery hallway. Yup, a hallway. It's pretty spacious and is right next to our bedroom, so we can keep her close to us. She'll be right across from the bathroom too, which means a direct shot for mom and dad from poopy-cloth-diaper-baby-bottom to toilet sprayer (man, I bet you all are just loving all these details I'm giving you in this post):
Will installed a pocket door kit so that we won't lose any hallway or bathroom space to a door:
This is the hallway nursery's skylight. It'll get blinds so that the Beanette can sleep, although looking through it from a crib at night with all the stars in the sky would also be pretty rad:
This is the view from our new bedroom down the hallway (more knee walls on right, bathroom on left):
This is a shot of the bathroom from our bedroom closet. Although I couldn't decide on a stroller, I did choose a toilet:
Our bedroom:
Knee walls:
More knee walls. No storage back there though--it's all for duct work:
View from the back of our bedroom. I'm not quite sure yet if the brick will be painted and exposed, or painted and dry walled in. It's not really as cool as it looks and is pretty nasty. I definitely wouldn't want kids or animals touching it!:
I'm about a month or two behind on posts, so there is a lot more to show! We are getting ready for a phase of the project that doesn't really require any skills, so if you have time to spare and would like to help us out for an afternoon painting, just let me know! There's usually some Aver's or Naughty Dog in it for ya.
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