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nnyI'm here.
I'm in my bedroom, sitting on a chair we bought at the dump which is painted a weird greeny blue - often when I'm reading, slumped back against the uncomfortably curved back, the seat slowly inches forward until it falls out from between the edges and I end up halfway through my chair. If I bend my feet up like I used to in ballet lessons (good toes, naughty toes) I can swing my feet like I did when I was a lot younger than I am now. There's a different chair in the corner of my room which we bought in an antiques shop from a really nice looking bloke (what's your name, he said. It's a pleasure to meet you.) It's from a church originally, I guess; pocket in the back like a pelican bib to hold the words to the songs and the pleas for money and prayers. [Muse sound like they're singing about lesbians.] The other chair would probably be a whole hell of a lot more comfortable than this is, right here, but it's buried so deeply under a pile of library books that unearthing it seems almost more trouble than it's worth. I'll sit in it once I've finished reading, I guess. I'll never finish reading. I have a postcard tucked above the keys of my keyboard from Del which is making me smile every time I look at it, and a postcard from Spam and one from Holly layered over eachother in a pile of friendly. My mum and dad are smiling at me from a starshaped furry photo frame, and it's odd how we hate the photos that show us how we really are - honesty is a crime, clearly, and we look far more ourselves when posed in front of a mirror/camera than we do when we're snorting coke through our noses at the teasing of someone we love.
Going to stop now. The box is full. If you have time, I'd love if you filled a reply box for me.
I'm in my bedroom, sitting on a chair we bought at the dump which is painted a weird greeny blue - often when I'm reading, slumped back against the uncomfortably curved back, the seat slowly inches forward until it falls out from between the edges and I end up halfway through my chair. If I bend my feet up like I used to in ballet lessons (good toes, naughty toes) I can swing my feet like I did when I was a lot younger than I am now. There's a different chair in the corner of my room which we bought in an antiques shop from a really nice looking bloke (what's your name, he said. It's a pleasure to meet you.) It's from a church originally, I guess; pocket in the back like a pelican bib to hold the words to the songs and the pleas for money and prayers. [Muse sound like they're singing about lesbians.] The other chair would probably be a whole hell of a lot more comfortable than this is, right here, but it's buried so deeply under a pile of library books that unearthing it seems almost more trouble than it's worth. I'll sit in it once I've finished reading, I guess. I'll never finish reading. I have a postcard tucked above the keys of my keyboard from Del which is making me smile every time I look at it, and a postcard from Spam and one from Holly layered over eachother in a pile of friendly. My mum and dad are smiling at me from a starshaped furry photo frame, and it's odd how we hate the photos that show us how we really are - honesty is a crime, clearly, and we look far more ourselves when posed in front of a mirror/camera than we do when we're snorting coke through our noses at the teasing of someone we love.
Going to stop now. The box is full. If you have time, I'd love if you filled a reply box for me.
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Date: 2006-09-22 08:16 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2006-09-22 08:22 pm (UTC)(It's actually steel frame, not wood. The printed copy I got had fake sepia toning and made it look like wood.)
Title: Suzzallo Library under construction, University of Washington, ca. 1923
Photographer: Unknown
Date: ca. 1923
Notes: The west wing of the library was built in 1926, and the southeast wing was added in 1935. It is named for Henry Suzzallo, president of the university from 1915 to 1926 and designed by architects Bebb and Gould.
Filed in: UW - Libraries - Suzzallo, construction (#570).
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Date: 2006-09-22 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-22 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-22 08:26 pm (UTC)http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=463334&size=o
(not my pic)
The three top floors there, with the stained glass? That's the Graduate Reading Room.
http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=69593546&size=o
Quite possibly my favorite place on campus.