Spent the entire day reading while listening to Being As An Ocean on repeat. I walked away from work feeling refreshed and recharged.
I also went for 50c tacos with some dudes from The B. I think Wednesdays are my favorite days of the 2012/2013 Season. It’s nice to be able to connect with these guysoutsideof work. Don’t get me wrong, my heart still belongs to my Friday night, this is just a nice change of pace.
My older brother came over tonight and helped me work on the garage. We’re turning it into more of a livable area, instead of just a space for a vehicle. Throw in a futon, some workout equipment, my painting desk, an old TV with an N64, and all of our summer gear (longboards, bikes, etc) and you’ve got yourself a pretty groovy guestroom/livingroom!
I was also able to do a lil imagining of future plans for the house (I hope to be here a while…)
I love having a clean, organized house. To the point where it looks nearly empty. Everything has a purpose and a place. But I’m fond of the times when it’s full of people, food, music, and laughter. Cleaning it up feels more like an accomplishment than a chore.
Because he was so obsessive when it came to selecting furnishings, it (his house) remained mostly barren, lacking beds or chairs or couches. Instead his bedroom had a mattress in the center…and an Apple II on the floor
“Steve Jobs” by Walter Isaacson
The deeper I dive into this book, the creepier it gets at how alike him and I are. Is it because I look up to him and subconsciously make decisions based on his characteristics. I do have a tendency to absorb the quirks of others in my life to a greater extent than most…but then I read a quote like this and need a second to think.
If you were to visit my house you’d notice bare walls, lots of floorspace, and a lack of furniture (for the most part). Granted there are chairs and a big ugly couch, but those aren’t mine and wouldn’t be there if I had my way. Even my desk is more of a necessity than a luxury.
I’m a firm believer that everything needs a place for it’s purpose. If I have something, it’s because I need it, and therefore I have a place for it…otherwise it’s just clutter. Sometimes that place is an ugly pile in the corner, or a specifically put together shelf, but it’s never messy or unnecessary.
I like to think of it as artistic-minimalism; a creative mind doesn’t need a lot to work with, but it needs it’s own space.