BUY A PIECE OF LEGENDARY BLOG HISTORY
Lori and I are *hopefully* buying a cute little brick house in Northeast Minneapolis. I have already dubbed it
Fort Awesome. However, we need to come up with some "earnest" money. To show we're "serious" about "buying" the house. Here's where you come in. The legendary and pristine
Blogumentary camera is now for sale and priced to move at $2000. Yes, this is the camera [
specs ] that captured
Matt Haughey and that he
captured in return. The whole
Anil-Sopranos-Starbucks incident. The lovely snarkstress
Elizabeth Spiers of
Gawker,
Kottke and
Meg, the
2003 Bloggies, you name it this camera shot it. Plus, a spiffy hard carrying case, a 9 hour battery, and other goodies.
Email me ASAP if you know anyone interested!
PLEASE NOTE: Don't worry, this will not affect
Blogumentary production. I have lotsa friends with cameras and an
IFP membership to cover my cam needs until I reacquire one.
AND SO... Lori and I are in a house-buying daze. It's just so, so
huge. I'm utterly numb from thinking about it. My
mom loves it. We love it. We strolled around the neighborhood tonight; all was quiet. Still, anxiety creeps in. It will feel alien moving away from Uptown where my friends are.
Fort Awesome is in this odd secluded area near the freeway, one of only two houses on the end of a meadowy cul-de-sac. I will miss being in a buzzing perpetually young neighborhood where goth-punk girls walk mean-looking dogs to the co-op. I'll miss the annoying Mexican neighbor kids playing with a bottle of dirt. I will miss the old mentally-ill guy on his bike, who endlessly returns to the apartment building next door and grumbles "HEY CHAAACK" over and over. I imagine he had a friend named Chuck there long ago. The Mexican kids give him a baggy of carrots and he goes away, for a day or two. I'll miss being able to walk home from
doc chameleon's tipsy from too many G&Ts and sleepy from too many movies.
How important is it to feel part of a community? I love the community I live in, yet I don't know any of my neighbors. Our (hopefully) new house is in this weird industrial area, on the outskirts of a real residential neighborhood with only one proper neighbor. I think – and hope – that suits us. Lori and I are both loners in a way, at home in the outskirts. Still I feel the need to be connected to city life, to
stuff actually happening even if I'm only observing or sensing rather than participating. Good thing it's only a 6 minute drive away.