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August 29, 2003

Off to Dallas!

Just for fun (a spur-of-the-moment type of thing). Texas or bust in nine hours flat!

More later…

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August 26, 2003

New Community...

Ambience... More ambience!Julianna and I just got back from “New Community,” the Tuesday night service at Heartland Community Church in Overland Park, Kansas. Our church (pastor and worship team — along with Don and Lori from Waterdeep) were the “substitute” service leaders tonight.

It was amazing. Another great example of community and how a believing community is the gospel. Thank you Tim, et al. I’ve been falling more and more in love with my communities and support systems, as of late, and I thank God that he has placed my wife and I where we are. (It’s funny, though, how all of these varied communities and supports are beginning to find connections — many branches merging into the same trunk.)

We had a lot of fun tonight and I’m sure He did too.

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private void createFile (Weblog entry #100!)

Nothing makes sense...I’m not a programmer, but I have always liked different programming languages — the same way that someone might like listening to French or looking at cuneiform. I know it’s strange. When I got into computers back in 1982, or so, I began learning the Basic language, as most people who were into computers at the time did, but I never got past creating simplistic text games, uninteresting “Logo” programs, or minutely creative telephone system hacks (ever get a hundred phone calls in a day where no one was ever on the other side?). Then, from 1992-1999, I spent my time working with much more intelligent and talented programmers who would turn my crazy ideas into computer games. While I could never actually do what those programmers were doing, I always had a smidgen of understanding and a talent for communicating on a programmers’ level.

The funny thing is, the above introduction has nothing to do with anything but a few lines of meaningless code. But, then again, isn’t that what most Blogs are? As I was leafing through September’s edition of Software Developer Magazine today, I found the below lines of code which reminded me of our fair blogging process:

private void createFile(final string name
                                final string content)
                                throws IOExeptions {

PrintWriter =
   new PrintWriter(new PrintWriter(new File Writer (name));
writer.printIn(content);
writer.close();
}

   String line = reader.read.line();
   return line
   }
Truthfully, I did tweak the order of the code order a little. But, even if you don’t understand any programming languages, doesn’t it make a little sense?

No, I didn’t think so, but I’m glad to be thinking again…

This is my 100th Weblog entry!

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August 25, 2003

Morris Agalzoff...

Uncle Morris was that one relative that none of us kids ever wanted to get stuck next to at family functions. He was a stoic first-generation Russian immigrant; my grandmother’s younger brother. It’s not that he was a bad guy or that he wasn’t actually fun to sit next to (if you had never sat before him before), you see, Uncle Morris was a storyteller. He knew every name in our family, every going-on and already-been-done. And he loved his craft. He would sit for hours telling story after story of how he watched our parents grow up or how the church did this or that. Because of this (and after years of hearing the same stories over and over again), us kids (and now, adults) would always try our hardest to pick a table far away from where he parked himself for the day.

One of our favorite “Uncle Morris stories” was about my dad (though my dad will always adamantly dispute it), after his first day in the third grade.

When my dad came home, he was very sad. He explained how a girl at school had punched him and how afterwards, everyone in class kept telling him, “You have a grillfriend! You have a grillfriend!” Yes, “grill” friend. Uncle Morris, thought it was the funniest thing that my dad was saying “grillfriend” instead of “girlfriend.”

I think I’ve heard this story 436 times since I was in the third grade.

Uncle Morris was a good man, though. He was extremely sensitive (to a fault) and devoutly connected to the Molokan community in Montebello, California. He was always willing to help out his friends and family and rarely missed any family get-togethers. In fact, he and his wife were the first to arrive at our party when we were out in California last month.

Yesterday, I learned that Uncle Morris had died on Saturday. They found him lying back on his bed, with his feet on the ground as if he were just about to get up. Thankfully, it was quick.

Uncle Morris, in true form, left us one last anecdote…

The Molokan church has their own cemetery. They use plain white coffins that, I guess, only come in a couple of different sizes. But, Uncle Morris was a large man and none of the coffins in stock were deep enough to fit him. They had one that was long enough. They had one that was wide enough. But, none of them were deep enough to fit his large belly. So, an extra deep coffin had to be special-ordered just for old Maury.

You may think that it is morbid to talk about things such as this, but this is just one of those stories that, if it were about someone else, Uncle Morris would have told it to us kids a hundred times.

While at our party in July, my brother took advantage of the gathered family members and was trying to complete a family-tree project for school. Uncle Morris, because of his wealth of familial knowledge, was able to run through almost every family member, by name, complete with little stories about each one of them — that is almost five generations of Russians, beginning with the first immigrants (as he was) to America — and he remembered every John and every Mary (almost every man’s or woman’s birth-name in the Russian culture).

Uncle Morris leaves his wife Nikki and two kids. We will all miss him…and his stories.

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August 21, 2003

The Art Of Absence (or, where do ideas go when we work?)

Where do ideas go?It always sounds like an excuse: “I’ve been busy.” I’m perfecting the “Art of Absence.” School started on Monday and it’s been pretty draining — it’s hard to come back after having a couple of months without kids in my face all day. A freelance project has been keeping me up until 1am every night. Thankfully, I had the opportunity to do it, but thankfully it’s complete. I’ve been doing a complete redesign on my website too. It is coming along quite nicely and will look completely different from the current one. (It’s funny how most people seem to blogfast during the summer while all I did was write.) Weeks like this make me feel like I never think; nothing introspective, nothing thought-provoking, nothing deep. The weird thing is, I actually do do a lot of thinking when I am sitting in from of my computer monitor, doing a design job, but, by the time I am finished, I don’t remember anything I thought about (or I am too tired to continue thinking about it). Some days, I am so busy that it feels like I’ve been completing my tasks like a robot: here’s the check-list, I know what I’m programmed to do, and I do it. At the end of the day, all that’s left to do is oil up the old gears and plug myself into the recharger in preparation for the next day’s mindless tasks. I get depressed when I “stop thinking.” I don’t feel tuned or synced. I feel like a child who’s suddenly realized that he hasn’t been sleeping with his teddy bear quite as much lately. I feel like I’ve lost something, but I can’t figure out what it is. I feel like I’m in a dream where I’m trying to run, but everything is moving much too slow. Where do ideas go when we work? (I know we have ‘em.) I can only hope that a week’s worth of conscious thoughtlessness is processed and stored as subconscious units of future ideas. I can only hope that my ideas weren’t shoveled off onto some far away trash heap where all of the lost ideas go. I can only hope.

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August 13, 2003

A quick note about a slight change to this Weblog...

One might think that the title of this Blog entry was longer than the entry itself!

I changed the way that the Archive pages display my past Blog enteries. Now, instead of showing the entire entry, they just show an excerpt. Because of some of my longer posts, I was beginning to get annoyed at the clutter. I hope doesn’t make it difficult to navigate. If it’s confusing, please let me know! (Old Weblog stuff — please ignore. TS, 12/17/04)

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August 12, 2003

A couple of random chunks of self-analysis...

Last Sunday, Tim gave a sermon on preparation. The Fall season that is usually hectic and full of chaos for most people and one of the goals of the sermon was to get us to think about preparing for the next few months before just diving in. There is truth to the fact that being prepared is a good way for us to be at peace with God’s plans and to know where we need to fit in periods of rest wherever possible.

Today is the last full day of my summer break. Tomorrow, I have to be in a meeting from 8am-12pm. Then, on Thursday, I have to do the same. School starts again on Monday. The fact that I am writing about my last day of summer vacation on the last day of summer vacation should say a lot. I don’t feel prepared, but, in actuality, I don’t really know how prepared I need to be just to start working full-time again.

What I really don’t feel prepared for are the months to come. I’ve been trying to answer some questions that Tim posed to us on Sunday for a few weeks now (most of his questions had been rolling around in my head for a while). Yesterday, I was inspired by some ideas about getting a business loan and starting my own design company. I thought that my inspiration may be the answer to some of these questions, but I also feel like this idea is not what God wants me to do at this particular point in time. Maybe someday.

I wish I had Tim’s list of questions in front of me. I’m going to e-mail him for the list so that I can post it here and try to answer them more analytically.

Julianna...This is a picture of my wife, heading off to work at seven in the morning (click it to see a bigger version). She is not a procrastinator. Most of the time she is very prepared. She is amazing: beautiful, strong, funny, delicate, realistic, creative… All of the things that I ever asked for while growing up. Thank you, Lord. I pray that I can honor her, love her, respect her, cherish her, comfort her, support her… But, I am unworthy and I fail all too often. My own emotions and desires get in the way of her blossoming wonder like a weed that wraps around a flower’s roots. Part of my preparation for the coming season not only has to do with my work and my life, but with my marriage too. In twenty-six days, Julianna and I will be celebrating one year of marriage. To be prepared for a life-time is impossible, but maybe I can prepare for a few months at a time.

Lord, prepare me. Destroy all of my attachments to “self” and prepare me to be the employee, the journeyman — the husband — that You have planned for me to be. Please help me to realize when I am veering off into “headspace” and lead me back to reality.

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I am your ghost...

Idiot Stare, GhostI just finished listening to Idiot Stare‘s new CD, Ghost, of which I have a remix on. It is very cool (except, maybe, for all of the nudity on the packaging, but, whatever). The CD is made up of 12 remixes of Idiot Stare’s song, “Ghost,” plus their original, plus their version of the song, “World Deconstruction,” by Time Zone. A couple of the tracks that really stand out to me are, “Dark Star,” by Prophei and, “Busted,” by SMP. They’re all very well-done, though, and you should go buy the CD.

I’ve been friends with Idiot Stare for a long time — since some of them were in STG and others were in Insight 23 and even long before that. They’re an independent, hard-working, electronic-industrial band who have always been a big inspiration to me (as well as many of the other toilet paper roll throwing youth of America). The main goal that I have with my music is to try to keep independent music alive, and I think that Idiot Stare are good examples of a band who is actually accomplishing this. Good goin’ guys.

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Death cleaning anyone?

Suicide : Homicide : Death CleaningHas anyone seen this billboard, just off of some of our more major highways here in Kansas City? This one can be viewed while driving north on Broadway, right after passing the I-35 onramp.

Is there such a need for these services within the general public that billboards actually draw business? (I mean, the last time I killed someone, I had to call in my own, “independently employed” death cleaner — it’s good to know that I can now trust a company to deal with my messes.)

And isn’t that picture of the dead person’s outline in the puddle of blood just beautiful? I don’t know when I saw a more agreeable depiction of death while driving around on our city streets. It just gives joy to my heart.

Seriously, though, doesn’t the police department and the FBI (and any other agency that might deal with death on a regular basis) have their own “death cleaning” departments? Maybe I’m just being ignorant, but I thought that “inceidents” of this nature were supposed to be taken care of by “official” organizations. Why does this billboard seem like this company is trying to appeal to those who may not be “official”?

All I know is that I’ve seen two of these signs in Kansas City now (I think the other one was off of I-70). Each time was a shock. Each time made me feel a little sick. Not because I don’t want to think about death and the fact that it must be “cleaned up” once in a while, but because these kind of services are, seemingly, so accessible.

Does this company ask questions? Do they make their clients sign contracts? Do they actually have to meet with their clients in person or can all of their services be ordered over the phone (or by flashing your headlights in a dark alley)?

The company’s website‘s homepage says this:

Cleansing The Pain!

We offer training.

God Forbid you would ever be faced with the tragedy of having to clean up a mess left behind from a violent crime, death or illness. But the reality of these events strikes many people everyday. Bio Cleaning Services stands ready to help. Each day we alleviate the fear and psychological trauma of our clients. Our belief is that, “No One Should Be Victimized Twice.”

Bio Cleaning Services of America, Inc. is the Premier Provider for Bio Hazard Containment and Recovery Services in the Midwest.
  • Death Scene Cleaning and Remediation
  • Drug Lab Abatement and Decontamination
  • Animal Based Bio Hazard Decontamination
  • Odor Neutralization
“We manage the remediation of bio hazard contaminates in the human environment.”

We serve each of our communities proudly and discreetly. Our fully trained and certified technicians provide prompt 24 hour service.

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August 11, 2003

Bathroom pictures...

Wallpaper Sample, circa 1978 (?)I just picked up the photographs of our newly painted bathroom. Bathroom pic #3Bathroom pic #2Bathroom pic #1I am still bummed that I forgot to take “before” pictures, but, just to accentuate the drastic change that the room has undergone, I’m reposting the sample of the wallpaper that used to be on every wall (imagine everything that is white as a light brown, stained wood, everything that is blue as the wallpaper — except the ceiling which was wood, and everything that is silver as gold — oh, and the toilet seat was wood, too).

Click on the thumbnails of the bathroom pics to see larger versions.

Colors used:
Walls and ceiling ~ Rocky Mountain Sky (Behr, interior semi-gloss)
Trim, closet doors, & cabinets ~ Ultra White (Behr, interior semi-gloss)

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August 10, 2003

How to drain a vain brain...

I just had to write a post about a very flattering, very well-written (if I do say so myself) review that Lee just wrote about my Blog at The Weblog Review. Now, don’t get me wrong, I journal in this Weblog for (mostly) personal reasons, but, it is nice to know that all of this writing is being appreciated. If you care, take a gander at the review and feel free to vote for my Blog at the bottom of the review page.

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August 09, 2003

Inspiration ~ I see green, people!

Green CollageA couple of days ago, I mentioned that I had to take our car in for service. Well, it turns out that the problem with our Air Bag Warning Light had something to do with one of the seatbelts. Because of this, the dealer had to order a new seatbelt, which, in turn, left us without our Beetle until Monday (hopefully). Anyway, it’s not big deal, because we do have the green loaner car.

Driving around in this beautiful eyesore (oxymoron intended) had me thinking about where inspiration comes from. Does it come from nature? Does it come from other “inspired” things? Most people would say that inspiration comes from within. But, where do our innards get the information they need to provide us with this inspiration? Most likely, from external influence (my latest film tried to loosely tackle this concept). So, as external influence feeds our subconscious the sustenance it needs to later inspire us, we might point out that something we’ve created or conceived of or dreamt was, in fact, inspired by a song or something we saw the previous day or…a tennis ball.

Earlier today, as my wife and I were out running errands in our green loaner car, we both started noticing how many things seemed to be the same color as the car. A green light. The H&R Block logo. A green taxi. The BP gas logo. The algae that’s floating in Brush Creek.

Who inspired whom? And where did this inspiration come from? All I can see is…green.

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Backblogged...

Resurrection time, come on!Well, I’ve gone and done it… Exactly what I was talking (and asking) about. I’ve “backblogged” all of my old, pre-Blog, online journal enteries. Before I started “blogging” within the MovableType system a few months ago, I had been journaling online for quite a while. “Why not,” I thought, “resurrect these old gems?”

My first attempt was through a script handling code in Flash where I could create a text file that would be read from a link that I created inside the Flash “shell.” Anyway, this ended up becoming pretty tedious, because, while the creation of the text file (writing a journal entry) was simple, everytime I made a new link within Flash, I’d have to rebuild the “shell” and re-upload it. Not fun.

Then, I discovered LiveJournal — one of the first, free, user-friendly, online journaling systems (this was a bit before the term “Blog” was ever used). Live Journal was great — and is far greater at this point — but I wasn’t really in the journaling mood for a long time, so my journal just kind of sat there.

Fast forward to May 2003. Blogging seems to have become the “new thing” on the internet (though, people had been “blogging” for a couple of years now). And, lo and behold, I was in the mood to begin journaling again.

So, now, through the magic of backblogging, I have been able to bring all of you my old journal posts. None of them have accompanying pictures. A lot of them are few and far between. All of them, as of now, can still be found here and here. But, finally, they are all in one place.

If you do go back through the old posts, I hope that you enjoy them. One of the posts recaps how I met the girl who would be my wife and how I came about moving out here to Kansas City, MO, to be with her.

Whether it be bad “blogiquette” or not, consider this Blog backblogged.

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August 07, 2003

The autonomous lives of bugs...

Our car...I had to take our Beetle in for service today. I don’t think anything is serioulsy wrong with it, but, yesterday, Julianna noticed that the Air Bag Warning Light wasn’t turning off.

The Volkswagen dealership is an amazing place (actually, it’s a BMW/Mini/VW dealership). When you take your car in for service, they will give you the exact kind of car as a loaner so that you don’t have to sit around and wait for them to work on your own car (in fact, the car we own is a former “loaner” from this same dealership). Wait, did I say that they give you the same exact car as a loaner? Well, not exactly: the gray Beetle above is our car (subtle, stylish — very cool!); the bright green car you see there to the lower-right is the loaner (I know there are plenty of people who think this is a cool color, but I’m not one of ‘em).Not our car...

Anyway, the point of this post isn’t the color of my loaner Beetle, or even taking our car in for service — if there is a point to it at all. While I was driving back home, though, I thought of all of the other cars driving around and how we drivers (with our automobiles as our shells), are basically the same as a million tiny ants scurrying around in an ant farm or a swarm of Lady Bugs crawling on a tomato plant. As looked on from above, cars are speedily swerving this way and that, along asphault pathways, seemingly at random. They stop here and there to evacuate waste (as the drivers and passengers leave their cars, sometimes even removing items from the trunk), and then later they consume food (as the drivers and passengers return to their seats) and resume their journey through the laberynth.

Lady BugNow, I know that plently of other people have analogized our automated world this way before, but as I was driving my bright green Beetle home, it stuck me as rather humorous that not only was I in a car, but in a Beetle. And Beetles, generally much more than other vehicle models, are so variously colored and curiously shaped. If filmed on time-lapse film, I’m sure that a whole city, filled entirely with Beetles, would look a lot like little Mikey’s fourth grade science project.

So, keep driving. Do your part to maintain our automotive microcosm. If any inquisitive eyes are peering down on us from outer space, they’re most likely baffled by our world’s multitude of structures and systems. Maybe we’re all just a fourth grade science project for little Quorgdxxerk on his home planet.

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Communities upon communities...

A few days ago, Emerging Minister wrote a post about his love for blogging because of the fact that Blogs have been so good at creating “communities” of people on the internet. He’s right, Blogs are great for that. I’m glad that he and so many other people have become part of my “community” because of my Blog.

Jacob's Well's community spaceThe other night, Julianna and I went to visit with another one of our communities: our church. This week, Jacob’s Well is holding two meetings to allow our church community to brainstorm about how we will utilize the building we are in if we buy it in the near future. I can’t tell you how nice it is to be part of something like this, especially after what went on at our old church.

On Friday night, our Impact Group is having a get-together. We have been on hiatus for the summer and it is always nice to reconnect with that community. One of Julianna’s friends will be in town that night, though, so hopefully, we will have a few minutes to spare to get over there.

Another community that I am thankful to have become a part in is another one that was created through blogging. A number of people at my church blog, and through it, we have all been becoming friends. A few of us have met in person and a few others still remain in the Blogosphere. This sort of digispace/meatspace community has burgeoned a new breed of friendship, the likes of which I have never experienced.

It is interesting to me that, for generations, humanity has been trying to find new and unexplored regions in which to live, furthering themselves more and more from each other, and just recently, there has been a push to get back to “community.” I’m not pretending to know why this is happening, but I like it. Communities upon communities upon communities…

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August 06, 2003

Is CSSing a sin?

CSS is a pain, Dreamweaver is a pain, GoLive is a pain… But, I’ve finally finished the new Blog design. I know there may be some bugs for a while, so if you find any, please let me know. (Also, if you have any opinions about the design itself — yay or nay — you can let me know that too!)

Hopefully, I’ll be back to my old blogging self shortly.

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August 04, 2003

New Blog designs cometh...

This...goes...here.For a while now, I’ve been toying with a few new Blog designs. With all of the simplicity that’s inherent in MovableType, there is just no easy way of creating the “style” that a Blog might inhabit (there are some really cool Blogs and websites out there that allow visitors to choose from a number of different styles that the site can look like — e.g., the CSS Zen Garden). Of course, MovableType supplies a few custom styles for users to “apply” to their Blog — this Blog is currently using a variation of MovableType’s “Trendy” style — and there are a few other sites out there that provide Blog styles aplenty (either at a cost or for free). But, the bottom line is the fact that Blog styles, or rather CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) in general, require lots of time and…design.

So, in a short time, this Blog will look a bit different from the one you are looking at now. It may or may not use the same color palette, it will most likely have three columns, and hopefully, it will be a little easier to read.

That’s all for now. New Blog designs cometh.

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August 02, 2003

Bathroom painting: Postmortem

Five days of painting fun. My muscles hurt, I’ve got a few cuts and bruises, my paint thinner rash has healed, but is still in my memory, paint is stuck to places on my body that I will probably never find… All-in-all, it was a fairly enjoyable week, though. I did figure a few things out in the process, but some of them just couldn’t be avoided in the tiny living space that we’re in (i.e., having a clean workspace to prep and clean stuff that was out of the way of the actual work I was doing).

Wallpaper Sample, circa 1978 (?)My first regret is forgetting to take a picture of the bathroom in its original state. Luckily, after having thrown all of the old wallpaper away, I found this piece stuck to the bottom of a paint bucket. The scan doesn’t quite do the “foilness” of the paper justice, as it was a bright and shiny chrome that surrounded the tannish and white floral designs. Whoever put the wallpaper up in the first place intended it to stay up too; it was applied to the walls before anything else in the bathroom was installed (toilet, tile, cabinets, mirror, etc. — if anyone ever removes the toilet and mirror, they will find all sorts of this beautiful wallpaper still there).

As mentioned above, it is nice to have a workspace that is dedicated to keeping and cleaning tools and materials and is out of the way of the work that is being done. The problem here is that Julianna and I live in a studio apartment. Now, it is fairly sizeable for a studio, but there still isn’t very much room for extras, like paint buckets, tarps, and toolboxes. When I’m not using my tools, I keep them in the same closet as our furnace, so to bring them out for use makes navigating our apartment rather tricky. Also, I had to use our kitchen sink for cleaning brushes and rollers and the like. That wasn’t fun at all, especially with the oil-based primer I was using.

Oil-based primer. Good in theory, bad in practice. If you can, try to find a primer that is acrylic- or pastel-based. If you can’t, buy lots of paint thinner and be prepared to get messy.

When priming stained wood, as I mentioned on Day 4, allot enough time for two or three coats before you actually paint it with the final color. This may seem like overkill, but it will save you some grief (not to mention your expensive paint).

Don’t use sheets as drop cloths, as I also explained on Day 4. Paint will soak through them. Use tarps or something else that’s water-resistant. Carpet is precious and hard to clean paint out of.

I really do think that I could have finished this bathroom in the three days that I had originally scheduled for myself. It would have been difficult, but if I worked until midnight or so everyday, it could have been possible. Still, don’t underestimate the time that a job like this will take you. Sure, a bathroom is a small room, but with old wallpaper, old wallpaper glue, and a bunch of stained wood pieces, time kind of gets lost with the doldrums. Give yourself enough time and don’t get frustrated when you don’t finish as much as you think you should have (I admit that this is one of my biggest downfalls and that I beat myself up when things don’t go my way — sorry, Julianna!).

Overall, though, the week progressed with little trouble. The new colors make our bathroom bright and lively (thanks, Stacie!) and much more “liveable.” Along with the paint, we have changed all of the hardware to a matching chrome/silver (before, there was a mix of silver and gold). We also got a new, white toilet seat to match the white trim and doors. After touching up today and getting the new closet door handles (on the 8th — they’re on order), the bathroom will be complete. After touch-ups today, all we have to do is clean up the rest of the mess and find some place to put the leftover paint and painting tools.

A couple of final thoughts…

Buy a one-inch, flat paint brush. It is the best purchase that I made this week and I wish that I had bought it on the first day. It makes touch-ups quick, it makes trim work easier than a cutter brush does, and it fits in your hand kind of like a large pencil; very nice.

Also, if you need new door hinges, don’t buy door hinges — buy utility hinges and paint them. Door hinges can cost from $6.00 to $12.00 a piece! When you need six of them, like I did, it can get rather pricey. Utility hinges run for around $2.00 to $3.00, and while you may have to square-off the insets on your doors and door frames so the hinges fit, the price-saving makes it worth it. I got some stainless steel hinges that look just like any custom “pewter”-looking hinges you might get at Restoration Harware.

I think I’ll create a new show for TLC called, “Changing Spaces” (one room, five days, $200.00, you’re all alone).

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August 01, 2003

Bathroom painting: Day 5

Finished!Man, I stunk today. It’s quite an experience to finally reach the point where my body odor switches from bitter to sweet. I guess a few 10-hour days worth of working the old butt off will do that. Not that I wanted to go without showering, but painting a bathroom does have its downfalls — it took enough effort to make the bathroom useable for Julianna everyday (yeah, she did take showers!). It was nice to take my own shower again.

But, I’m finished! And the bathroom looks awesome. Can I get an, “Amen!” (It’s times like these when I wish I had a digital camera.) Actually, I had to finish a bit early today, because Julianna’s friend, Stacie, came over for dinner, so there are still a few touch-ups that need to be done… Tomorrow.

Today was filled with tedium: installing new power outlets and light switchee, touching up paint and cleaning up mistakes, tearing down the masking tape, putting hinges back on doors and putting the doors back up, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera…

And I think that I may just have some healing powers akin to Wolverine. I thought the cut that I mentioned yesterday, while definitely not as bad as Todd’s recent severing, might need a stitch or two (I’ve also had plenty of experience with my own botched severings). But, today, the cut appears clean and pretty much but closed-up. Thanks, God!

Now, I can rest… And it is good.

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