homeownership
and i'm not talking metaphorically here. although, when do we ever own anything fully enough to make it a home..? that random place in time and space and miscellaneous z-vectors that houses the heart.
erik's parents are putting a bid on a house for us. so yes, even though our hearts may be there anywhere from a few months to a year from now, we won't *technically* own it anyway. at least for a few years.
does this make me feel odd? yes. does this make me feel like less of a person? not really. does this make me take back everything bad i've said about parents spoiling their children well into their twenties? absolutely.

okay, so the house is a condo. another kink in the homeowner nomen. we'd be condoowners. alright, condo-not-quite-owners.

then it's settled. i'm not going to say the word homeownership again.

in other news, i listened to dubya's speech in cincinatti last night on All Things Considered. i've decided that even though i hate him, he's a really good chamelion. remember when he was talking about thinning ("thinnin'") the forests in oregon? he managed to sound fully uneducated and biggoted. he just fits whatever situation he needs to fit. he spoke really calmly last night, and had a damn good speechwriter (even though i read somewhere that the writer is a loyal patron of starbucks... ask me what i think of THAT). i still think he's a shmoe and i still think war is bad. krieg ist ungesund für kindern und andere leben dinge!

i'm going to get to work now. more later. i probably won't talk anymore about war or starbucks, though, so we're safe for now.

and then some.
here i am again, wondering if sending thoughts into a wire or air or wherever information and signals ratify themselves before they appear on this screen in front of me is REALLY helpful or not. or if i'm just making my life more complex.
do we label things ineffable because we want it that way, or because things are truly too large or too abstract to which to assign words. (frankly, i really should have ended that sentence in a preposition, but something is holding me back. the grammar force. as erik would say (when i make a mistake) - there's a glitch in the force....) sooooo, back to my point. i just think that i easily chuck things into the realm of the indescribable because it's easier than making any sense of anything.
this weblog is a lesson in description.
welcome to my boycott of ineffableness.