The General Situation: Good Housepeeking

I'm just saying...

Tandem bikes: for the active codependent.
All public restrooms should have locks that indicate whether they're vacant or occupied.
I would pay extra for an edition of the New York Times with no opinion pieces.
Evite should run reviews and ratings from party guests.
Prius drivers are the worst.
Someday I'd like to have a washing machine that's not at knee-level.
Train travel is better in the abstract.
Artists should have websites indicating where their works are on display, the way musicians' websites list upcoming shows.
Why is stand-up comedy in movies always so terrible?
Nothing kills the vibe at a restaurant bar like a laptop.
Is a "knowledge base" ever useful?
Houseguests are like newborns: Great pains should be taken to keep them asleep.
Sometimes I think everyone I know is on the spectrum.

previous lyrics

Don't let the chlorine in your eyes blind you to the awful surprise
I think I lost it, let me know if you come across it
Time is like a clock in my heart
Walk beside me, not behind me. Feel my unconditional love
You always knew you were tired, but then where are your friends tonight?
It's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light
This may come as some surprise, but I miss you
I walked home smiling—I finally had a story to tell
I kissed you in a style Clark Gable would have admired. I thought it classic
If you knew how I felt now, you wouldn't act so adult now
Under the kitchen light, you still look like dynamite
The culture is lit, and if this is it, I had a ball
I was dreaming when I wrote this, so sue me if I go too fast
I never wanted to be your weekend lover
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
Downstairs the party is going full swing. The people we came with haven't noticed a thing
It’s not safe to go out, it’s not right to stay home. Listen, my advice is to carry a gun
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane than go through all that shit again
Up to Lexington, 125—feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
Whoever brought me here is gonna have to take me home
I hear you knockin', but there ain't nobody home
What's practical? What's logical? What the hell, who cares?
I don't know what I knew before, but now I know I want to win the war
Tell me something that you mean, not just what comes to mind
I don't know my future after this weekend, and I don't want to
I see you driving sports cars, ain't hitting the throttle, and I'll be down to do a hundred, top down and goggles
Sing me another love song, but this time with a little dedication
You got a look in your eye when you're saying goodbye, like you want to say hi
I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need

Good Housepeeking

When we started searching for a house to buy—was it last fall?—the hunt was fun. Who doesn't like to look at houses? Over time, however, it has become a drag. Adam and I are wildly ready to put down roots here, but we don't want to settle. So we keep looking.

Today, we saw five houses. Wednesdays are when properties new to market (and occasionally just because) are available for a "broker's open." Civilians are generally welcome, too, and anyway, most of the brokers know us at this point. "You guys are still looking?" asked one at the first house we visited. At least he remembered us.

The good news is that we might be ready to move forward, but that's all you'll get from me unless it works out. (Don't call/text/@ me, because I won't break.) The other good news is that all five properties were ones I could see myself writing about with enthusiasm, which got me excited again about my real-estate website. The launch should happen any day now.

Here are a few photos from four of the houses. The first one was straight out of a Wes Anderson movie. I'm not convinced we're interesting enough to live there.