I Got Nothing

I Got Nothing

Well, today has yielded either this artwork, featuring snow on top of the mountain or this one, featuring an abandoned shopping cart in the ditch by the super mall wart. Yeah it’s been an exciting day, can’t you tell? I have no idea which one is the photo of the day – and I haven’t finished my personal Housing in Asheville account yet, so that will have to wait as well. I did, however, share all the various sochi disasters with my auntie and she enjoyed them hugely. Russia is the only country in the world, she says, that she ever hated so much she had to leave as soon as possible.

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Affordable Housing, part 1

Affordable Housing, part 1

The photo of the day is an old motel turned into apartments on Weaverville Highway. The post, now, the post is something I have been working on all day and it is not finished. Look for part two tomorrow.

Affordable housing is getting a lot of media attention in Asheville right now. My friend Gordon Smith, who is a city councilman, wrote an op ed today for the Mountain Xpress about the importance of affordable housing, and there have been quite a few articles written by various Ashevilleins talking about their experiences and affordable housing and yada, yada. My best friend, who works for a poverty focused nonprofit, asked me to write one. You’re perfect, she said, a single mother who has struggled to live here! So I said I would.

Actually, though, after several days of thinking about it and thinking about it, I won’t. I can’t. There are a lot of reasons for this, but one of the main ones is that while I like, respect and admire Gordon, who is a great council person as well as a totally awesome person to hang out and drink beer with, I don’t think that these days I share his vision for Asheville and what affordable housing seems to mean in this context. I’ll warn you now: a lot of what I have to say is going to come off as somewhat offensive and I don’t want to upset people. So you may want to stop reading here. The thing is, I don’t like creating ghettoes for (young) white people, and all these “mixed income” “affordable” projects are, frankly, just that. It’s a project, but don’t worry! You won’t have to live with actual poor people! You can feel safe in your middle class life right here surrounded by other people like you. And it’s affordable! Yeah, there’s no yard, and it’s not an actual house – this city is full of houses, but you can’t have one, they’re for rich people. You get an apartment. I don’t want an apartment and I never did. If I wanted to live in a fucking apartment, I’d live in a real city, somewhere I could make a decent living, like Atlanta or New York.

I have to say here too that I don’t think anything can happen to improve affordable housing in Asheville without some big, big changes – and even those won’t work, nothing, but nothing, will work without living wage jobs. That needs to be the priority. That’s where quality of life hinges and without them it’s all a stopgap. Unfortunately, I don’t see them developing any time soon and I recognize that with a state legislature who will destroy anything done by the city to create them, there’s nothing, or very little, the city can do to help them along. As far as housing is concerned, I don’t think that drastic, socialist measures like rent control are going to be enacted to make actual affordable housing a reality here, so that’s another reason I don’t want to write this. Without rent control, without demanding that every single damn housing project built include some affordable units, without measures to help out lower income homeowners and homebuyers and repair existing housing stock, this is all a pipe dream.

And – here’s the main thing, I don’t like increased density. I hate, really hate, the way there’s a new house being built on every tiny half lot in West Asheville. I hate the way the neighborhood has changed. If it was going to change it needed sidewalks, not more expensive vertical houses with no yards that make the neighborhood look stupid and only add traffic woes and more desperate people willing to work for starvation wages to the mix. There are too many people here now. The infrastructure can’t sustain it. The growth needs to stop. Most definitely we don’t need more people moving to Asheville. See? I told you you wouldn’t like it.

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Yesterday’s Photo

Yesterday's Photo

This was taken on my way to work yesterday afternoon and I am not 100% pleased with it, but I think it’s marginally better than the other two possibilities. The picture of Okra is nicer, yes, but it’s only February, too early for the photo of the day to be weighted towards kitteh cat so heavily. Although I grant you she is definitely the most photogenic being around.

Here’s the other possibility, also not so great. cloud on the mountain

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Early Morning Dogs

Early Morning Dogs

It’s good when you can get the photo of the day out of the way before you even get out of bed. Actually, I think the instagrammed shot is the one I’m going to call the Official Photo of the Day – don’t you just love that? isn’t that impressive, the capital letters and all? Because it so matters which one is Official. – because it is just a little bit more interesting, but this one is pretty sweet as well. Well, for certain values of sweet: there are worse ways to wake up than being intently stared into consciousness, but then there are better ones as well, like one in which a handsome scantily clad man brings you delicious breakfast on a tray. Or so I would think, never having experienced the second* except in the pages of a bad romance novel. Well, it would have to be a little better anyway, as probably he would not howl the way Django is wont to do when he sees my eyes open. Django likes to howl, because we have in the past made the fatal mistake of laughing when he did it, and so of course now it is one of his favorite things, particularly when he’s hungry, which is to say, always. And it does wake you up.

Okra would like me to point out at this juncture that she also is part of the wake up crew and she is, oh man, she is. Nobody stares like Okra. You have not been stared at until you have been stared at by a cat who feels that it’s time for breakfast. Theo helps too, but I didn’t get a picture of him.

I used to get up and walk the dogs every morning but I had to give that up – laziness won out. Well, a combination of laziness, the changing New Asheville ** and the fact that walking three dogs, with or without leashes, is actually a total drag. I had never had three dogs before and I tell you, while I love all three of them, I will never again have three dogs. One dog is great; two dogs can be even greater, but three dogs? No, it’s a pack and they outnumber your hands so until they perfect Hindu deity inspired extra hand implants, I recommend sticking to the two or one dog model.

* Hi there, ex who is reading this and swears he brought me breakfast on a tray that one time that I have forgotten. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you brought me breakfast and I totally forgot that it ever happened. You were a prince among men and I was an idiot to ever let you go. Actually if you’re who I think you are, you did bring me breakfast once or twice but it doesn’t count because a) there were literal piles of children involved and b) due in part to the active participation of said children, everything was cold and gruesome or just damn strange. Also you were not scantily clad, which was smart, because it was always fucking freezing in that house but, you know, in romance novels they never wear gray sweats from K Mart.

** In New Asheville, it is worth your life to let your dog run around off leash even at 6:30 in the morning way in the illegal parts of the park because there WILL be self righteous people there to tell you that this is Wrong and you are Bad for a variety of reasons. Also, the illegal parts of the parks keep on getting legal and then they immediately fill up with the aforementioned Healthy Outdoorsy self righteous types. Used to be that there was nobody in the parks early in the morning except me, my dogs, my camera and a few serious degenerates doing serious degenerate stuff and we all got along fine. Now, though, forget it.

 

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The Onions

The Onions

Yup, these are the onions from the header. I only put the header on today – I took a few pictures of onions, was irritated by the lack of sun streaming in the window and messed with them until I got one I liked.

I actually went to Ingles a year or more ago, when the title of this blog was first floating around in my head, to try to take pictures of, like, 6000 onions. Alas, the picture never happened. I lurked around in the produce section with my giant camera in my bag for a long time, but never quite worked up the courage to whip it out. I mean I lurked there for a while, until people started giving me funny looks and I finally fled ignominiously. That this is stupid I fully admit, but for some reason I was afraid that I’d be 86ed from Ingles and can you imagine the horror? Banned from the Haywood Road Shingles; it would be like being banned from Broadways without the crazy ass whoa factor. Being banned from Broadways is almost impressive, like, you must have done something truly over the top, but being banned from Shingles would just be pathetic. People would look at you funny and awkwardly change the subject.

This fear is not as insane as it sounds – a friend from out of town and I were at Greenlife shortly after it opened and he took a picture. The manager chased us down in the parking lot and raised hell; it was bizarre and uncomfortable and left me with the lingering feeling that photography is illegal in grocery stores. This is probably untrue but ah well, it left a scar and that is why you get a picture of 5 onions rather than 6000.

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Yesterdays Photo

Yesterdays Photo

Here’s yesterday’s photo, which is of several of my good friends hanging out around a bonfire at our friend Charles’ fabulous new digs. He has fled the hipster paradise of West Asheville for the greener pastures of East Asheville, where the houses are larger and more affordable and there is just way less PBR per capita consumption, or so one suspects. Although New West Asheville seems to be more about the microbrews than the PBR of yore, so I could be wrong there. Anyway it was a really nice little party and featured a great bonfire, pictured here and available in Smell O Vision on my coat.

In other news this is my first post after promoting this thing on the facebook, so, welcome to the three people who might be reading this! If you have questions you may find they are answered on the About page, available by clicking the About tab up there at the top. In other other news, there isn’t much, partly because I am out of sorts since Theo decided to bark intermittently from midnight to 2 am and then follow that up with a truly spectacular barf fest – in which he was joined by Okra the cat, who threw up on my bed, yes, on my bed – at 6 am. Even though it is almost 5 pm now I haven’t quite entirely recovered. But perhaps I will later.

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31 Days

31 Days

It has been a month and I should probably do something impressive, but instead I’m just going to leave the photo of the day here and call it a night. I actually took several photos today, so that’s good, and I really like two of them, this one above (which was unglamorously taken at the parking lot at Target; I swear I get the best sunset pictures from parking lots) and this one. I even put them up on 500PX, which is where I put the photos I think are actually really good and where you can buy them, too, hint hint. Would that icicle not look amazing in your kitchen? You know it would.

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And More Boring

And More Boring

The roads cleared off and I made it back to work – granted, almost 10 minutes late, but shit happens. I took a couple of dreadful photos on the way to work and nothing else all day and here is one of them, run through a bunch of multiple artsy type filters in a not really successful attempt to make it more interesting. Still. Making paintings or pseudo paintings or whatever, digital paintings, although that sounds so awful, is something I am more and more interested in, and bit by bit I’m figuring out a few ways to do it.

I am for whatever reason – it had better not be illness; Miles has been sick, Audrey says she is sick now too but I have had my Winter Illness already, in December, so I can’t have another one until it is time for the Spring Illness – totally exhausted tonight so here, have 100 great paintings. This is a funky list as are all lists and I don’t agree with it of course but looking at the paintings is worthwhile even if only to see some of the juxtapositions. I never saw Ingres and Kandinsky right next to each other before and I like it. They, I think, would have hated it. Well, Ingres would anyway but then he hated a lot, excellently.

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Snow Days

Snow Days

Well, I ended up having two snow days in a row. Yesterday we had more snow than we have had in some time – years, really – and the roads got quite bad quite quickly. There is this thing that happens in the NC mountains, and I suppose in the rest of the South, where snow on the roads turns into a layer of ice really super fast. It happened yesterday: not long after I wrote the post below, I got into the car and tried to go to work. Um, no. I made it down the Riverview hill to Amboy Road only to discover that it was just about as slick as Riverview, so I called in, gave up and went home the long way. The long way – about a mile, I guess, maybe a mile and a half, which ordinarily would take about 10 minutes on a really terrible day, took almost 25 yesterday- was sufficiently terrifying that I haven’t left the house since.

But I did take a TON of pictures of the dogs in the snow! And here they are. I think the one that makes it as the picture of the day yesterday, though, is this instagrammed one of all three of them together, partly because it’s hard to get pictures of all three of them and partly because I just like the pattern it makes against the snow.

Today was my day off anyway, but I’m calling it a snow day because, hey, snow. So what did I do with my unexpected snow days? Not much! I vacuumed today. Yesterday – and today, let’s be honest – I drank coffee with hot chocolate mix and Jamesons, which if you have never tried, I recommend you go out and try immediately. I spent way too much time on Facebook, thereby discovering that my close friend Jay’s father is my first cousin’s wife’s first cousin, which was strange, and I read about half a truly awesome Diana Wynne Jones book. I made onion spaghetti a la Marcella Hazan and I slept late. It was fabulous.

MY GOD. There is boring and then there is BORING and I am afraid I have become BORING. I did, in the middle of all that wholesome boring shit, also read – not watch, life is fucking short and I have candy crush to play – the State of the Union address, which frankly was also pretty boring and ridiculously nonconfrontational, which irked me. Look, Barack – can I call you Barack? I did have one of those dreams about you, in which, when the fun part was over, we sat on the edge of the bed and worried about Michelle together because it was clear, even in the dreamworld, that we liked Michelle better than we liked each other – you can’t get elected again, and these assholes have stopped you from really doing anything worthwhile at all for the last eight years, so doesn’t it occur to you that it is time – has BEEN time – to call them out on it? You have nothing to fucking lose and much to gain. I would think, anyway, but then I am not president nor likely to become so.

Although I do think, sometimes, about running for Asheville city council and I might actually do that some day. It would be entertaining for everyone involved, right? Because, jesus, what else am I going to do with the rest of my life besides bore myself and everyone else right into the grave? As a city council person, I could at least make some new lifelong enemies. Hmmm. It is worth, maybe, thinking about.

Oh I almost forgot. I did manage to photograph the sunrise AND the sunset and here they duly are in all their snowy glory.

sunrise january 29 sunset january 29

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Knitting

Knitting

Monday’s photo. This is the scarf/cowl/infinity scarf I am working on. It started out to be an actual pattern, namely, this one from Ravelry, but it turns out that I am not adept enough even for easy patterns. So I just made up my own, which is what I always do, and so far it’s working out. It’s based on the fact that when I’m knitting in the round, which is how I make hats, I often do something strange to the fabric of space and time and the hat ends up getting what I call moebiused, to wit, it has no beginning nor no end neither. Then I have to do some slightly complex knitting maneuvers and make it into a hat again, which is why most of my hats have a funky brim. So what happens, I wondered, if I just let the moebiusing go on and on? And moebiusing onwards it is. If it wipes out the universe, sorry about that.

In other news it’s snowing again; my road does not look so good and I am not looking forward to driving to work in three hours, nor to driving home at 9:30. But we have to be open because you know that when schools are closed just about every parent puts their kids in the car and drives them all over the ice and snow to go shopping like Talking “Math is hard. Let’s go shopping!” Barbie on a bender.

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