I nailed it.
Month: August 2002 (Page 1 of 3)
Now that I cohabitate, I’ve got me some furniture to sell! Details inside.
Basically, my entire uptown apartment is for sale. Everything is in good-used condition except where noted. Asterisks indicate items that can’t be taken until the end of October, because if I sold, say, my bed, the guy subletting my apartment would be pretty pissed. All prices are half retail or less.
~ $10 metal and thatch Pier 1 foyer table 8″ x8″ x 36″ for umbrellas, keys, a plant, etc. $20
~ 5′ x 4′ rag rug (faded but nice, Pier 1 I think) $10 *
~ Castro sofabed, multi colors on beige, full size sleeper, seats 3, 66×36″, good for tight spaces $400 *
~ Ikea unfinished wood coffee table $20
~ Ikea unfinished wood wall unit approx 84″ x 48″ with shelves, drawers,
cabinet $150 *
~ Two standard-width, extra-long accordion-fold window shades, light beige color, semi-sheer to let light in (custom cut) $50 for both *
~ 6′ x 6′ light beige carpet-style rug $20
~ Black swing-arm lamp $10
~ Small blue-shade coffee table lamp $15
~ 440-CD rotating white Ikea CD storage rack (great storage, doesn’t swivel well) $40 and/or Boltz 600-CD wall rack (retail $295 unassembled; like new) $200
~ Serta full-size bed with box spring, frame, drape (retail $600, linens
available) $150 *
~ 7′ x 4′ dark green rug (not in good shape but soft) $10 *
~ Ikea small 5-drawer dresser $10 (attractive but junky; good starter value)
~ Computer table with pull-out keyboard tray, space for tower or desktop CPU, monitor stand (great utility) $75
~ Comfy cushioned multi-adjustable black desk chair (great shape) $50
~ Matching floor and table Ikea lamps, brushed steel and handsome
patterned-white lampshades $50 set *
~ Two basic Home Depot shelves and wall mounts $10
~ Light green triangular Ikea side table (cute) $10
~ white Ikea microwave stand with shelf and cabinet (my brother took the microwave) $25 *
~ collapsable round white table (Ikea) and two chairs (has wear and tear, good value) $50 set *
~ Curved two-deck shiny metal with holes wall-mounting shelves and towel rack (great shape) $20
~ Brushed aluminum towel bar (fancier than the apartment it’s in) $20 *
~ Large and small navy blue bathroom rugs (fairly new, well kept) $20 set *
~ 17″ Sony Trinitron monitor (Apple- and PC-compatible) in fantastic shape but won’t fit my new wall unit $85
~ Junky Apple StyleWriter 1200 printer $20
~ 8000 btu GE air conditioner with temp-control, 3-speed fan, variable exhaust (I also have a 6200 but I ain’t selling that one) $200 *
~ Toaster oven $15 *
~ 20″ RCA TV $40 (good sound, picture bleeds a bit off left edge) *
Contact me for more information or to set up a visit/cut a deal.
I am not a fan of financial shilling on a personal Web site. I don’t have a PayPal donation link or an Amazon tip jar or a wish list (although I can nod embarrasedly toward the growing wedding registries that appear elsewhere on this site).
That said, if there’s one gift I’d ask for, something that I should buy but haven’t, a gift I don’t need and wouldn’t use often but would be cheery and proud to own, an item where the creator deserves a thank-you and a few dollars for the effort, it’s Sam Brown’s Wish for something better (third item). Exploding Dog remains fascinating, enduring, and wonderful.
P.S. I dig the “original shirt” too.
Why are you still using AIM? The newest Windows release of Yahoo Messenger has 60 different smileys. Express yourself with animated emoticons! One wonders how will AOL keep up with this fierce pace of innovation.
Welcome to Club Fed: Life within a minimum-security prison.
“There was a concert in Prospect Park. The band Cake was headlining. It began to rain, a big, nasty downpour. We were getting ready to leave….”
Hershey’s Web site has a Web page listing the various permutations of candy portions and combinations under 100 calories. Most of them stay under five grams of fat, too. Cheers to Hershey for considering consumers like me—chocoholics who want to sneak a sweet snack while sticking to their diets.
Rockport, Mass., Saturday, 2 p.m.: Buy fried clams from Roy Moore, cooked to perfection.
Essex, Mass., Saturday, 8 p.m.: Drive past Woodman’s and Farnham’s, the originators of the fried Ipswitch clam, each with a long line out the door. Lick lips and pat belly knowingly.
The New York Times, Wednesday: The Deep-Fried Truth About Ipswich Clams. “The legend of Ipswich fried clams continues,” writes the Times reporter. “Why?” One trip to Cape Ann answers that question for good.
“Beyond the IA Guy: Defining information architecture” in Digital Web Magazine.
Like a jilted lover ignoring the phone when it rings, I am slowly but surely losing my baseball fanaticism.
Bill Simmons of ESPN proposes a fans’ strike against baseball. Technically, it would be a boycott, not a strike. But he’s right.
I have been offered Yankee tickets twice this month and turned down both offers. Normally, I’d make room for a ballgame; lately, my alternate plans have become more important, and not because they’re big, pressing engagements.
I would rather not go to Yankee Stadium right now. I don’t want to give Major League Baseball my money.
Take this for what it is. I’m not protesting; I’m not making noise. I have posted lots of baseball-related links this season. I remain a fan in my heart, and I still love the game.
What I don’t love is the business of baseball, the looming deadlines and the worthless negativity. In the labor talks, I don’t care who’s arguing about what; I am an avowed reader of sports business columns, yet I can’t bring myself to follow the strike news.
I no longer know who I think is right, and I no longer care. All I know is that the yapping has drained my interest in the season. I have stopped reading box scores. I rarely turn on a ballgame when I’m watching TV. I don’t know any Yankee pitcher’s ERA. And I’m not all that concerned.
Baseball is far and away my favorite sport. But it’s no longer the focus of my sports life. I have golf and NBA free-agent deals right now; in a few weeks I’ll have football and hockey games on TV.
Like a jilted lover ignoring the phone when it rings, I am slowly but surely losing my baseball fanaticism. It makes me sad, but it also makes things easier. If and when the strike hits, I will say, “Well, there you go,” instead of, “Oh, no.” Either way, I’m not giving the sport my money or my marketing-ready eyes and ears.
Maybe someday baseball will matter to me again. I hope it does. And I hope for Baseball’s sake the average fan’s disillusionment is somewhat less than mine.