1 September 2008

Top ten most popular things to do in our new neighborhood

Filed under: Day to Day — Tags: , , — Kate @ 12:44 am

1. Listen to extremely loud, extremely obscene music in your rice rocket, low rider and/or apartment. All the time. The key is to never stop. The louder it is the cooler you are + bass.

Ryce Rkt

2. Listen to the constant hum from the large power plant across the street. Hmmmmm. Zzzzzzzz. Crackle. (This may explain the loudness of the music in part, but c’mon teens! We believe you. You are cool. Those rappers do like singing about hoes & you are cool for listening to it. But, we are decidedly not cool. In fact, we are just lame old curmudgeon whiteys who like to go to bed at 10pm. Have mercy!)

Power Plant by our house

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3. Listen to (not see) Sea World’s fireworks. Nightly at 8:50pm. Like clockwork.

4. Listen to 7am Simon & Garfunkel karaoke (Same polyphonic levels as aforementioned music. Despite the mixed genres, we are unsure… it may be the same culprits.)

5. Listen to the hundreds of barking dogs across the street in the COUNTY’S GIGANTIC ANIMAL SHELTER. That’s right folks. Volunteers walking dogs around the neighborhood in constant loops around the clock.

Animal Sanctuary by our house Funny the things you don’t notice when you check out an apartment for 10 minutes before signing the contract.

6. Smell marijuana smoke at any time of the day or night. We have the distinct pleasure of having it blown in from our fans. Our neighbors must have a pretty serious, yet invisible to the naked eye, medical condition. (Yep, you can get a prescription for marijuana in California. According to webhigh.com, a very reliable source I’m sure, “All you have to do is go to your regular doctor and have him or her document any medical condition that you have that qualifies for medical marijuana.” According to ehow.com, “Conditions which, by law, can be treated with medical marijuana include AIDS, cancer, chronic pain, anorexia, glaucoma, and arthritis.“) I am seriously considering getting a prescription for my back pain.

7. Squish bugs. As Pamy so eloquently put it in her comment on our last article, “that’s the problem with beautiful places; the bugs and the hippies always find them.” Especially spiders. Apparently they decided that humans were smart and ALL headed for the sweet life in southern California.

A Walk to the Park

8. Listen to planes flying overhead. Too bad the City of San Diego didn’t hire Neil on as a “Junior City Planner” earlier (he recently applied for this position- cross your fingers) because someone back in the day decided that the airport for a major metropolitan area would be best situated RIGHT DOWN TOWN very near the bay. Brilliant.

9. Study. Ok, that’s not really a favorite pass time. It’s just what I do a lot of. (I guess I glossed over the checkbox on the Law School application where I indicated that yes, “I have the attention span of an adderall riddled doctor of library science & affirm that I will never get bored reading things entitled “United States v. Armstrong” and the like. Pity.) As you can see I have rigged a cardboard study desk for my frequent studying. And yes, that is a Macbook Air. Sweet, sweet law school loans.

Kate and Her Laptop Desk

10. Obsessively check the Craigslist.org “free” category for random items. Where else can you get a free “nonworking dishwasher” or free “box of artificial roses” or a free “old wooden horse drawn wagon” or free “lobster bait”?? Ok, you can really do that in any neighborhood thanks to the world wide web. But, look at the wonderful fruit San Diego Craigslist has yielded our little apt. Ok, the couch wasn’t free… but, we got it for a song & it just goes so well with our lime green walls!

11 Comments »

  1. I want to emphasize that the sound clip is not an exaggeration. That is Neil’s artistic rendering of what our apartment truly sounds like. But, you’re welcome to come & visit. We will invest in earplugs for our guests ;)

    Comment by Kate — 1 September 2008 @ 1:02 am

  2. 7am S&G?!?! Sounds like heaven on Earth to me.

    :-)

    Comment by jph3 — 1 September 2008 @ 10:18 am

  3. It would be heaven on earth if the karaoke boy wasn’t so off key.

    Comment by Neil — 1 September 2008 @ 3:06 pm

  4. Lions & Tigers, & Bears, Oh My! Mix in a few spiders, miscellaneous centipedes, and rice rocket license plate collectors, and it’s hard to get better than the nirvanaa of S. Cal.

    I am still benefiting/ suffering from the wafts of ganja smoke-screening in like pre-Gustav gusts from the happy-to-share neighbors about 6″ from my inflated pillow during the move adventure. Somehow I keep being hungry all the time.

    Neil, particularly you will be pleased to know that we got Amy & Chris’ red ix fixed at the Martin shop in
    SLC.

    Following a minor brush with death in Park City where a mindless driver (blinded by the sun) almost took my leg off, and smashed the side of my beloved Z3, Martin is back in the soon-to-be-legal business, painting the entire Z3 British racing green (actually the same color). It’s gonna look sweet, we’ll keep you posted.

    El Viejo.

    Comment by El Viejo — 1 September 2008 @ 3:59 pm

  5. Rad couch. Seriously rad.

    That sound clip is the funniest thing I have ever seen. Neil, I think you should reconsider that your calling may be as a hip-hop artist. You could be Dr. Curmudgeon.

    Comment by Amy — 1 September 2008 @ 7:44 pm

  6. Incidentally, our next-door neighbors not only puff tough but, we think, likely have a grow job going. Sometimes the aroma is alarmingly fresh and very, very potent. I think they should have to pay us not to tip off the cops, don’t you?

    Comment by Amy — 1 September 2008 @ 7:46 pm

  7. Don’t the police have some sort of bounty for turning bad people in? It might be more then what your neighbors will pay you.

    Comment by Neil — 1 September 2008 @ 7:49 pm

  8. Thx for the excellent post - loved the study photo, Kate. That cardboard box idea is pure genius - I shoudda thought of it back in my law school days.

    Comment by Momalicious Kelly — 2 September 2008 @ 12:55 pm

  9. BTW, living near campus is always sketchy. Dad and I were burglarized THREE TIMES while I was going to law school.

    Comment by Momalicious Kelly — 2 September 2008 @ 12:56 pm

  10. can someone tell me at what point marijuana crosses from medicinal to i-am-actually-growing-this-stuff-and-selling-it-to-teen-kids-who-are-always-at-my-house-lounging-around-even-though-i-am-fifty? like if you stayed with a woman at the DNC in Denver and that is exactly what happened? anyone?

    Comment by ash — 6 September 2008 @ 10:34 am

  11. As far as I can tell from our neighbors, I doubt they have time to sell their stash to teens since their daily requirements for weed must necessitate an entire football field & a fleet of gardeners. Hey, maybe that’s where the teens come in… highly suspect. Highly suspect.

    Comment by Neil Ransom — 6 September 2008 @ 12:15 pm

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