I'm selling my drums. Would any of the lovely folks in the Bay Area like to buy a set? I'll give you a good deal! Want to get out your aggressions in a positive way? This might be for you! The specs:
Rogers 3 piece drum set + snare
Mid 1970’s or early 1980’s. Good for a beginner, this drum set is
definitely NOT mint…well-loved so to speak. Set includes:
Two mounted toms
Bass drum
Snare
IMPORTANT NOTES:
No floor tom, it is missing the front hoop, and the snare does not have thebridge/frame, if it was ever a Rogers dynasonic (though it doesn’t
have a dynasonic badge, so I doubt it). Works fine without it!
Bonus items included:
Bass drum pedal (generic)
19” Zildjian Medium Ride cymbal and stand
Small generic hi-hat set, stand and pedal
New full set of HQ drum silencers for city living
Sticks - One set wood sticks, One set plastic brushes
Music stand
Metronome
No throne, but you can have the stool I used to get you by while you’re shopping for one
$200 and it's all yours!
Pocket of hotness
Straight from microwave to mouth...
Taste buds seared. Regret!
breakfast burrito
delicious, unattended...
warms puppy's belly
I realized I should bring a refreshing beverage...
do not accidentally leave out the last "s" when you type craigslist.org.
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I have been lugging around boxes and boxes of books for the last 10 years or so. A good percentage of those are books that I was assigned in college, as an English literature major (yes, it's hard to tell from my writing that *that* was what I got my degree in...). I say "assigned" as opposed to "read," because (as Colleen understands) it was not humanly possible to read five novels in one week as was often on the syllabi for various classes, so I probably read about half of all the assignments. But, the books...I couldn't let them go. I packed them up and drug (dragged? See, I didn't learn
anything) them to each place I lived, unpacking them and stacking them on bookshelves as some sort of display to say "Hey look! I like words! Please believe I'm a smarty pants because I own lots of books!" And, you know, the intention was to read the ones I never read, and reread those that I read and loved. But I have to admit to myself that on a rainy day when I want to nest with a cup of tea, my favorite blanket, and the pets and settle in for a good read, it is unlikely that I will reach for Logics of Failed Revolt: French Theory after May '68 or Leviathan. I am more likely to reach for a magazine, or the remote control these days, and my intellectual side sits dormant for now. I'm okay with that. It's been time to pare down the collection for awhile. That doesn't mean I've wanted to do it. Even getting rid of a
sorely outdated travel book has been difficult. Because it's a reminder I went there, ya know?
One of the instructors at my school had an art show recently that was based on deconstructing books to create art with them. In her speech, she talked about how for most people, the physical act of taking apart a book provokes a strong visceral response, and how we put anything bound on a pedestal. I know one little guy who does not understand the sacredness of books: the mouse that is living in our garage. Last night I put on some latex gloves and combed through boxes of books that had not made it from the garage to the bookshelves in time (our bar took over a bookshelf first). It was a horrifying experience, because the little demon had micturated on half the books, and left a nice layer of turds on more. I separated out those that were salvageable and put them in plastic containers that I am hopeful are mouse-proof. The other half, well, it all went into garbage bags. To go to the dump this weekend. Throwing away books! So freaking wrong! But once I got over wanting to cry, I realized that some of the books I had salvaged can probably be let go, too. Not all of them, but I did get rid of a few. I will never notice they are gone, either. That feels kinda good.
So, what the mouse taught me: Mice are gross and ruin everything! No wait...it's okay to part with books sometimes. (And you should put them in plastic containers if you're storing them in the garage.)
I still want this in my home someday, though:
Was there ever Vox Hunt that said something about your favorite coffee cup?
Because here is mine. This stupid-ass 20 or so year-old Hallmark cup has been in my family since my mom was gifted it (I think...perhaps she bought it for herself, but I doubt it) when she went back to work in the 80's as a Cobol Programmer at an insurance company. This was the period in time when women in Iowa went to work in blue "power" suits with NFL-grade shoulder pads, sporting the socks-and-tennis-shoes-over-nude-pantyhose look every day to their glass-ceilinged jobs. And got "inspirational" items like this. This cup manages to follow me everywhere. I hated that phenomenon for awhile, but I couldn't seem to throw the thing away, either. I've now accepted that it will probably be a part of my life forever. After all, I have some lovely non-hideous coffee cups, but I always reach for this one when it's clean. Oh, and nights like tonight? It's my wineglass. Because I am way too much of a clutz to use something without a good chunky base. Just like my shoes. Wobble wobble.
