The HandyMan Weasel
Today, I pretended to be handy around the house and replace a light fixture.
To date (about 50 minutes since the conclusion of the event), the house has yet to burn down.
And the light works.
This is called: success.
The few of you reading this blog (and it appears to be dwindling daily as the dearth of comments indicates) understand that Bob Vila and I will never be confused for one another. One - he wears too much plaid and that phase of my life ended when I met MindyDear, and Two - my earth shattering knowledge of carpentry ends at knowing there are two different heads for a screwdriver.
So, it comes with great excitement to all of you reading that I can report, after a 45 minute conversation with my father, complete with taking a digital picture of the light fixture so he could better analyze the situation, after 15 minutes of trying to determine which breaker coincided with the office, and after snapping at my wife twice due to utter frustration that I couldn't properly fit the light fixture to the ceiling, it finally all came together and the luminescent gods shined upon me in this, my first ever attempt by myself at managing the electrical wiring in my home.
Man, I deserve one of MindyDear's oatmeal chocolate chip cookies (aka crack to birdieparma) for this...
posted by David at 6:40 PM
2 Comments:
Dave,
I cannot recommend Gail Hershatter's _Dangerous Pleasures: Prostitution and Modernity in Twentieth Century Shanghi (Berkeley: University of CA Press, 1997) highly enough. It will help you to understand important differences between early-20th c. ideas about prostitution in the West vs. China and Japan, and how Chinese prostitution was "Americanized" during WWII. If you read it, let me know what you think.
Karissa
2/18/2006 11:12 PM
the number of comments does not nearly = the number of readers
in the words of Oprah "this I know to be true"
2/20/2006 1:24 PM
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