Friday, September 30, 2005

More apartment pics





Only five pics at a time, my friends.

My Apartment






This is my new place. It isn't home to the best looking decor in the world, but it will work for now.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Unusual Fetish

When I was a little kid (I know, I know. I still act like a kid. blah, blah, blah), both of my grandmas had special chairs that had been made for children. My mom's mom had a little tan rocking chair in the basement. I loved sitting in that chair. I didn't fit in the chair for long because it had arms on it, and I was a bit chubby. I digress. My dad's mom had a dark wooden table and three chairs that accompanied it. The table is no more than two feet tall. As the story goes, Gram bought the set with only two chairs. Gram was quick to point out to the salesperson that she had three grandkids who needed chairs, not two. The salesperson obliged to my grandma's pleas and gave her another chair. Thus, Kel, Chels, and I all had chairs to sit in as we ate our mac and cheese. Once again, I digress.
The point of this story is that I have a fetish for chairs. My mother can attest to the fact that I have saved multiple chairs from a trip to the dump. I have two bright red chairs on golden casters that were once permanent fixtures in one of my grandma's homes. They are comfy and have a lot of meaning for me. I have another chair covered in white vinyl with black, wooden legs and no arms. The back of this chair is not flat, but rounded. It is both inviting and cold at the same time. I love it. When I worked in Sugarhouse for a time, I often visited a small shop that was home to many unique items from decades past. It wasn't an antique store. The things there weren't that old. It was full of what I would consider to be "original" items. I call them original because they weren't part of box sets. They all had character. There was a jewelry box with a hand-etched mirror inside the lid. I really liked it, but I didn't have the need or the money. One day, I had a bad day at work and went into the shop to relax. There was a chair for sale, and the my neighbor sales woman asked if I would like to sit down for a minute. I did, and I fell in love with the chair. All of my troubles sank into the soft, wide seated chair. The blue and mauve colored fabric had a unique woven texture. The seat's bottom was not supported by metal springs or a wooden plank. It was cradled by a crisscrossing series of half-inch thick, frayed rope. The back was low. The arms were long and tall compared to the back. It invited me to sink into it and slouch while my tired limbs rested on the smooth, cool, medium-toned, wooden arms. The rest, though, could not be sustained because I had to return to work. A couple of days later, the owner of that little shop began packing her goods to move to a larger location around the corner. She asked if I was going to buy the chair before she moved. I chuckled and told her that I didn't have enough money to buy anything in her shop, let alone that chair. Not ten minutes after that conversation, she entered my store while I was busy attending to a customer. She talked for a moment with my manager and then brought the chair into our electronics show room and then left. When I finished helping my customer, I was told that our neighbor had decided to give me the chair. Apparently, she felt I needed it. It was a gesture I am still grateful for.
Today, a coworker heard me talking about how happy I was to have both of my red chairs in my new living room. She said she had a chair in her truck that she had planned on giving to a local charity after work. She still liked the chair, but her husband did not. She seemed reluctant to be giving it away in such a manner and asked if I would be interested in having it. I was a bit skeptical, but when I saw the chair, I again saw a great deal of character. It has a warm, cushy look to it. The chair is wrapped in a leafy fabric with mostly olive green colors and hints of yellow and brown. The front is supported by casters almost identical to the red chairs. The rear is anchored by dark wooden blocks. I graciously accepted the chair from my coworker. Officially, I bid it welcome to my otherwise white-as-a-sheep apartment. Color and character will always be welcome here. Long live my fetish for chairs.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Two weeks of fun!

I haven't written for nearly two weeks, now. There has been a lot going on for me.
On Wednesday I took Matt to his first concert. We went to Green Day's SLC stop on the American Idiot tour. (Thank you, Stanton!) The music was great. It is fun to have a band that both of us like. My ears are still ringing.
Also, I have just finished moving in to my new apartment. If I had a camera, I would post the pictures of the chaos. Unfortunately, I do not have such a luxury. Fortunately, I am currently posting from someone else's wireless router (why don't people encrypt these things?). Really, the views are spectacular. I am on the north shore of Jordanelle reservoir. I'm sure there will be great views 365 days a year.
Last weekend, work was a bear. Our video server didn't like something in our encoded video, so it started to erase entire show play lists (kind of like iTunes for TV stations--except for the crashing part ;-) ). All weekend, various programs had the same problem. It was not fun. The best part was being yelled at for something I hadn't done. Welcome to the working world? I suppose so.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

I take back my vote.

Dear President Bush,

When I was trying to make a decision about who to vote for in the elections one year ago, I tried to weigh the issues I found important. I worry about civil rights, terrorism, the environment, religious freedom, and the economy. After studying the platforms of the two leading candidates, I realized that neither was going to do a thing to help the world with any of those issues. That's right. I didn't think you would do anything to help, and I was right. You are a politician. Therefore, you are not human. You are greedy and selfish. I believe John Kerry has many of those same characteristics. The deciding factor that lead me to vote for you was the realization of the inevitable future of the Supreme Court. At the time, many friends of mine laughed at that reason. Now, you have two vacancies on your hands. John Roberts doesn't impress me as the choice to head the Court. I didn't mind his nomination as a member of the Court, but I don't like him being at its head. Only time will tell if this is a good or bad decision.
Most recently, I have been horrified by your response (and the government's, in general) to Hurricane Katrina. The title of this post, er, letter, leads to a video that makes me cry. It makes me sob. It makes me mad. It makes me hurt. You landing in a helicopter and not picking up a shovel or sand bag makes me irate. Way to use the press to give you some more positive spin. You are a jerk. You make a mockery of the hard work and integrity this country was founded on. Despite all of this, I wish you no ill nor harm. In fact, I hope you live long enough to repent of your ways. Stop playing to the cameras. Be a president. Be a leader. There are enough talking heads on TV. You actually have some power to do something positive and make a difference. So do it.

Sincerely,
Jon Ryan Jensen