Scribbles

Hmm… suburban life in the greater LA area is soooooo slow. The two most exciting activities of the week have been a) going to the gym and b) catching a new episode of Burn Notice. Thankfully I should be moving to downtown (somewhat a misnomer) over the next few weeks.

So to keep my mind occupied, I’ve been brainstorming ideas on how to furnish my new apartment. The bed and desk are en route from NY, but there’s still a lot more. Things like sofas, bar stools, tables, etc. I’ve spent quite the time drawing layouts, browsing furniture websites, and getting hooked on Apartment Therapy. I can now recognize a classic Eames chair and feel dirt poor at the same time. And through all this, it dawned on me that the people’s obsession with furniture, layouts, and awesome living spaces is like the porn for adults; it’s addictive and expensive. Anybody can get hooked on porn starting at adolescence, but it takes an older fogie to start thinking about designing the perfect abode. Shopping at Ikea after graduating from college doesn’t count. While the underlying drivers are similar – constant pursuit of continual self gratification – somehow this is acceptable.

Not quite the devil’s workshop, but not entirely healthy either.