T8 Extravaganza

A new light fixture now graces the Hangar. Perfectly sized and reclaimed to fit and light the bench of work. Please enjoy a sampling of the most artistic photographs that I could find to adequately display their T8 greatness. They are practically T9's, but that would be ridiculous. In hindsight the bicycle is in the way because it is two-wheel hanging for winter storage already rather than unicycle wannabe hanging for summer easy access. The unicycle on the other hand is entirely hanging as itself. However, that is perhaps getting too personal.

It is amazing to me how any melancholy feelings that may swell up are quelled instantly by looking at the smiling face in the second picture (also in the first picture). It is perhaps the new uni-brow. Perhaps everything looks like it is smiling to me. The very idea.
(I am fascinated that I might intend to instill personality in an edifice only to find it in areas that I never foresaw. Foresaw is a horrible word. It is basically doubly past tense because the word saw is all ready past tense, but I am beFORE it. Weak sauce. Forgiveness is preferable to proofreading. I apologize for those of you who do not see beauty as I do. I also can not explain how I see it to compare, such is an impasse.)

Posting for the Sake of Posting

I love posting things such that there be things posted. Henceforth, I go forth and post hence. Yesterday was amazing, garage-wise, at the least. The landscaping surrounding The Hangar improved tremendously in that a year's worth of brush and branches was removed by a mere two trailer loads. In so doing, aesthetically speaking, the backyard in which I reside looks almost like a front. You read that right. Believe it or do not believe it. As a man's clothes make him look handsome, so a car-hole's yard makes it look like the Cadillac Garage of garages. Obviously, I exaggerate the truth to make it less true as no less than three dead trees remain adjacent to the newly beautified yard area. Also, it is the autumn of our discontent, and any flora is dormant to say the most. However, leaps and bounds describe the progress being made in the issue of yard beautification. Also, an old clothesline post.

Posting because I want to is constantly fighting with not posting because I do not want to. The internal struggle will continue until it ends, or until I post half-truths and riddles. This web log continues to be an outlet through which I can selectively bottle things up. I feel that I have already said too much, yet less than I want to. Au revoir for now.

Content

This post is filled with content. This is necessary to necessitate a post. Such as it is, this post is happy, joyful, enthused, and content. This post is hopeful (although not necessarily) that subsequent posts will be so contentful. Space is left at the end of this post to leave room for the next posts. Not all content will fill this post. Some content will fill the next post and the posts after that. There may be repetition of content from one post to the next. This is how it is with content. A bucket of water can handle more water without overflowing, but is currently overjoyed with its current level. As I write much and say very little, I am not at all bothered by the space growing full or the time growing short. Each word is treasured as if it is the last drop to be drunk.

However, there is much more to drink. The bucket is not near full. Time is long. The sentence is still incomplete. The thought has yet to be expounded upon. The content is content, but looks forward to content content continuously.

Typer's Block

It is so easy to write, to let fingers fly and form phrases fomenting feelings (for example.) The problem is restraint. It is analogous to hearing a new song and already knowing all the lyrics: They rhyme, they flow with the melody, and I could have written that. The hardest thing in a dialogue with one's self is moderation. How do we find a happy medium (my nickname in college)? I have already said too much because I like the sight of my own voice.

Editing is even harder: How do I dare pull back or alter (amend) what I have just put forth (out there)? I change the meanings of my thoughts, then I change them back. I change the order to suit my wiles. I wile my changes to suit the order. I seek to turn my ramblings into a cogent argument against that which I am in favor of. Confrontation is more legible than the truth. I agree with all, and I oppose everything. There is a freedom in misusing words. Writing poorly means I am smarter than you, because I did it on propose.

Explanation or motivation of or for a composition (with a lower-case c) must accompany the piece (with a small p) lest the reader (and the writer) be left with a furrowed brow (not such a bad thing).

New and Exciting Personal Events in the Life of an American Carhole

There are a lot of special things going on in my life right now. I feel very good about them and the potential future that these things hold. It gives me that feeling like I'm doing something right and someone noticed. It is nice.

For example, there is a serious possibility of having a great time here in Holland with music, speakers, and music. I am not going to give up too many details right away, but the promise of so much going on in a garage is exciting. I am looking for a receiver to hook my speakers up to, but then, all bets are off. No bets preceding that either. Just stop betting.

I usually do not like to get too personal until there is something concrete to report, but sometimes it is fun to plan and to log said plans in a public forum. This way I can prove that I have been totally planning this for a while, also a compost barrel.

Legally Speaking

This is totally going in my blog:

I forgot to mention the charcoal grill on the floor of the car hole. This is significant as it practically makes the garage a house: If so inclined, one could sleep in the car, cook on the grill, work at the bench, that is all. Therefore, it is not legally a house except for as a house for cars. This should have been readily apparent. My neighbor is playing Stevie Miller. I am listening to Maps. It is a great driving song, but not for any subtle, aesthetic reasons:

That totally went in my blog.

Real Update

The floor is now cleaner than it was when it was new thanks to a short-handled broom and some new pegboard hooks. The official log of things on the floor are as follows: Snowball, trash can, old radio cabinet, lawnmower. That is all of the old news

There is currently no plan in the works to add goods or services to the beautiful concrete floor. Any future items shall be hung on the pegboard or placed inside the old radio cabinet. That is all the current news. To sum up, there is no current news (there are also no current newses), this is an almost unnecessary paragraph.

Plans are in the works for certain future hung items as follows: task light, speakers, old radio cabinet (to the extent physics allow). I prefer to avoid details on these three topics as plans are very fluid at this time. That is all the future news, for now, but will be updated prior to occurring, or transferred to the paragraph above.