Capitalism!
Sep. 29th, 2009 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirth...sort of.
I finally gave in and bought a french press yesterday. I'm trying not to, like, buy anything if I don't have to, what with the no-job-having and the fact that I already have twice as much stuff as fits in "my" room or "my" space in the kitchen in my parents' house. However, I very much hate my parents' 10-cup coffee-maker, and my mom uses the single-serving Folgers tea-bag-type coffee things, which I totally object to on principle. But not enough to avoid using them when I just want a cup of coffee. They don't even make good coffee. Totally dissatisfying.
So: french press. Even still using the ground coffee I already had (which is far too fine and results in ridiculously foggy coffee that progresses to a good 1/4 inch of sludge at the bottom of the cup when it settles) I can not overemphasize how happy I am with this purchase. I might not need to stop to buy coffee or espresso ever again. So. Good.
In other conspicuously consumptive news, there's a new apartment complex in the area that's applying for LEED Silver (US Green Building Council) certification. Despite the fact that I don't really want to live in a multi-unit apartment building ever again, I am so, so tempted. The rents are totally competitive for the area, so I'm sure they'll have no problems filling the units once construction is finished, but I always have this voice in the back of brain that says I should be spending my dollars on responsible choices, not the cheapest ones. It would be really nice to live somewhere that doesn't smell like paint fumes. I'm even excited about the fact that it has a parking garage rather than the acres of asphalt that the buildings everywhere else have. I'm not sure whether I can justify paying for amenities (business center, lounge with pool table, demonstration kitchen and "media room," other things that I can't think of right now) that I'm never going to use. I lived in my last apartment for something like 3 years, never used the pool, and went to the exercise center probably 10 times, 8 of which were in the same month.
I'm about fed up with living here, so I need to make serious progress on something, soon. I don't think I have grown up to be my mother, yet, but we definitely share a lack of tolerance for my father's way of "helping" with things. Also? I am about at the point where the next time I mention something and he doesn't know what I'm talking about (for instance: orzo) I'm going to tell him to google it and leave the room. This does not bode well for our future interactions.
I finally gave in and bought a french press yesterday. I'm trying not to, like, buy anything if I don't have to, what with the no-job-having and the fact that I already have twice as much stuff as fits in "my" room or "my" space in the kitchen in my parents' house. However, I very much hate my parents' 10-cup coffee-maker, and my mom uses the single-serving Folgers tea-bag-type coffee things, which I totally object to on principle. But not enough to avoid using them when I just want a cup of coffee. They don't even make good coffee. Totally dissatisfying.
So: french press. Even still using the ground coffee I already had (which is far too fine and results in ridiculously foggy coffee that progresses to a good 1/4 inch of sludge at the bottom of the cup when it settles) I can not overemphasize how happy I am with this purchase. I might not need to stop to buy coffee or espresso ever again. So. Good.
In other conspicuously consumptive news, there's a new apartment complex in the area that's applying for LEED Silver (US Green Building Council) certification. Despite the fact that I don't really want to live in a multi-unit apartment building ever again, I am so, so tempted. The rents are totally competitive for the area, so I'm sure they'll have no problems filling the units once construction is finished, but I always have this voice in the back of brain that says I should be spending my dollars on responsible choices, not the cheapest ones. It would be really nice to live somewhere that doesn't smell like paint fumes. I'm even excited about the fact that it has a parking garage rather than the acres of asphalt that the buildings everywhere else have. I'm not sure whether I can justify paying for amenities (business center, lounge with pool table, demonstration kitchen and "media room," other things that I can't think of right now) that I'm never going to use. I lived in my last apartment for something like 3 years, never used the pool, and went to the exercise center probably 10 times, 8 of which were in the same month.
I'm about fed up with living here, so I need to make serious progress on something, soon. I don't think I have grown up to be my mother, yet, but we definitely share a lack of tolerance for my father's way of "helping" with things. Also? I am about at the point where the next time I mention something and he doesn't know what I'm talking about (for instance: orzo) I'm going to tell him to google it and leave the room. This does not bode well for our future interactions.
