Archive for the ‘Furnishings and tools’ Category

Lecterns on wheels

August 13, 2026

They bring me reference volumes for work in progress, allowing me to hold them open on the lectern itself.

My reference works are mostly big heavy volumes, very hard for my disabled hands to cope with at all. Lifting them is a problem in itself. Then I used to have a space on my worktable, in front of my tv, where they could lie open, right next to my computer’s keyboard, to the pages I needed. But that space had to be used as the phone center for my home office, so more complex measures were required. From an office supply company, lecterns on wheels.

Oh dear, now you’re entertaining fantasies of crazy-eyed mad professors zooming around dusty lecture halls, all jazzed up on their turbo-charged lecterns — bumper cars for the academic elite.  Sadly, the excellent Interion mobile podium / lectern from Global Industrial (which mostly provides heavy-duty industrial office supplies) moves slowly but majestically; it was just what I wanted, and I needed two of them, one for each of two bookish rooms. They definitely required assembly by a professional — and even so consumed a fair chunk of time for the mechanic — during which I suffered sharp pangs of tool envy, an affliction I am prone to.

But it was done, and here’s the one from the main room of my apartment, with the most-often used reference works installed in convenient places:

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Second Sunday

July 19, 2026

My second Sunday at Avant, beginning to refine old routines and create new ones. Did not celebrate with gay porn, but instead with an old favorite movie, the frivolous Astaire-Rogers delight The Gay Divorcee (from 1934). Your wife is safe with Tonetti / He prefer spaghetti. No Palo Alto Sacred Harp singing this Sunday, so I sang for two hours on my own, to Irish YouTube videos, eventually reaching peak loudness and passion. My tongue broke out in unknown strains / And sung surprising grace.

Accumulated the beginnings of way too many postings to come. And did the Sunday thing of restarting the computer and doing a save of its contents.

Ordered more household items, got some delivered, mostly things with instructions that are incomplete or completely incomprehensible, at least to me. On the first, I have a new atomic clock for the bathroom, the 40-year-old veteran being on its last legs; the new one has homed in on the right 12-hour Pacific Daylight Time, but has provided no way — that I can fathom — to set the date and day of the week. On the second,  I have the mounting tape but completely fail to understand how to adhesive-mount my collages (merely printed on stiff paper, not framed or heavy) on my walls. And on and on.

This will all get worse tomorrow, when even more stuff gets delivered. So I can wander fretfully from one puzzle to another.

 

Curtains

June 3, 2026

On Facebook on 5/28, Bert Vaux reported on responses to a query of his on curtains vs. drapes. On that posting, an incidental comment by Heidi Harley:

Did anyone [among BV’s respondents] mention that you can’t threaten anyone with the utterance, It’s drapes for you! But you can with curtains!

Eliciting a series of responses from me:

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Turkish hand towels

May 5, 2026

Awaiting the delivery of 4 Turkish hand towels (for use in bathroom and bedroom), to supplement my old 15 x 27″ stock, in white and yellow, as they gradually fray and shred and get retired as rags or trash. My helper Isaac asked how old they were, and was astounded to be told that Jacques and I bought them 40 years ago. The new ones:

Slightly larger (16 x 28″), in a color labeled silver grey

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Things I didn’t know

April 14, 2026

Things I probably should have known, but didn’t, and have just recently discovered: one linguistic (on a pronunciation in BrE), one botanical (on the identity of a plant growing on the street a block from my house).

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The passing domestic scene: waterfalls

October 18, 2025

The second installment on recent events in my life (yesterday’s posting “The passing domestic scene: biopsies”, covering 10/2 to the present, was the first).

Today’s story begins on the morning of 10/7. I was intently focused on a cute posting about a Bizarro cartoon — “The flannel frontier”, finally posted on 10/9 — when I became peripherally conscious of the sound of running water. Really loud running water. Had I left a faucet running?

I looked up from my keyboard, to witness waterfalls streaming from the ceiling in four places, drenching everything below them, pooling on the carpeting in the living room and surging in a wave into the little hallway to the bathroom.

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Cellarettes and cabinet drinks

October 9, 2025

Adventures in furniture inspired by a Benjamin Dreyer posting on Facebook yesterday:

Goshamighty, I completely forgot to mention, when I posted my Old Acquaintance piece a few hours ago, that in commencing this morning to read John Van Druten’s 1942 The Damask Cheek (co-written with one Lloyd Morris), I learned a new word! It’s cellarette: “a movable cabinet or container, often made of wood, designed to store and secure alcoholic beverages.”

If there’s a more perfect word to turn up in a play set in “The library of MRS. RANDALL’s house in the East Sixties, New York. December 1909,” [the  setting of The Damask Cheek] I can’t think of it.

BD locates the sociocultural milieu of the item (and then its name as well) as privileged urban upper class — traditional, elegant, and elite — and we will see that his classdar is first-rate.

I then broke in with the news that I have one of these things, a very nice one, of Danish design, made of teak, on wheels, with a durable bar top, in two parts that slide open to reveal the storage spaces within (there will be photos). I am neither elegant nor elite — I have several good points, but they are not these — but this clever and handsome object suits me (and it was mine and Jacques’s, and before that mine and Ann’s, so it comes with with waves of sweet memory; I will soon pass it on to my grand-child Opal).

But first, the cellaret / cellarette. The object and the name.

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The Venus bear trap

September 26, 2025

In today’s Bizarro cartoon, a hybrid portmanteau, a portmanteau name for one kind of hybrid referent, a referent with an assortment of features drawn from the referents of the contributing expressions; think of triceradoodle (referring to a hybrid of a triceratops and a poodle cross) = triceratops + doodle ‘a poodle cross’ (to be illustrated below):


(#1) Venus flytrap + bear trap = Venus bear trap: the appearance of a giant Venus flytrap leaf, with the bait of a foothold bear trap (if you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Wayno says there are only 2 in this strip — see this Page)

To come: details about the two contributing referents, the Venus flytrap and the (foothold) bear trap; then a factor that makes this portmanteau especially rich and satisfying, in contrast to the less complex (but far more preposterous) triceradoodle.

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The rainbow made us gay, the penguins say

August 26, 2025

From Steven Levine on 8/19, this image from a Facebook group on thrift store finds, about a rectangle of needlepoint (probably intended to be a wall hanging) depicting penguins marching from left to right, through a rainbow, each emerging from the other side with its body, inside and out, in one of the colors of the gay pride flag; the rainbow makes them gay:


(#1) Steven of course thought of me, but appreciated that this would not be the time to be giving me penguiniana, so contented himself with letting me enjoy the strange spectacle

I’d never seen anything quite like it. Marching penguins, yes, of course. Penguins in the colors of the gay pride flag, of course. I’ve posted both. But the preposterous fantasy of penguins getting gay-transmuted by passing through a rainbow, absolutely not. And then to realize it not in drawing, painting, or trick photography, but in the unpretentious craft medium of needlepoint, where we expect earnest images (stylized birds) and slogans (BLESS THIS HOME), well, that’s wonderfully goofy.

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I’m happy that you quilted me

August 25, 2025

(Towards the end, some coarse sexual slang referring to fellatio, which some readers will want to avoid)

After years of service on my bed, the delightful images quilt was sent off on Saturday for dry-cleaning and some stitching repair, and I got to contemplate the other three t-shirt quilts, which had been quietly stored away on a closet shelf that was inaccessible to me, but had been brought down to my level as part of the great project of dispossession. I decided that all four (made by friends as a gift to me) would have to move with me — a triumph of sentiment over practicality — and picked the queer quilt, the really in-your-face one, as its replacement on my bed.

Now, more of the story, with pictures.

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