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Attempt to sell #1

As you probably all know by now, I’ve decided to try to sell my home.  I’m not exactly in love with the idea of leaving it because (a) it’s my first home; (b) I really love living there; (c) the location can’t be beat; (d) it’s affordable; (e) who wants to actually move?; and (f) I don’t know that I can do any better.  So, why am I trying to sell it?  I think it’s mainly two things — (1) Sorry about all of the lists.  Ok, that’s not really (1).  (1) I’d like to have a house house with a yard that puppy can run around in and relieve herself to her heart’s content without me worrying about a particular neighbor grilling me about Gracie’s bathroom habits and  I’d really like to have a more traditional second (or — gasp! — third) bedroom.  As much as I love the murphy bed, I’d like to have a real guest room or office or whatever.  And (2) I think I just want to see if I can sell it.  I know it’s not the ideal time to sell, but what do I do?  Wait another five years?  I’ve lived here for 4 1/2 and I think it may be time to see if I can move on to something else.  We’ll see.  If it doesn’t sell, it doesn’t sell and I stay put in a place I truly love coming home to.

That said, if any of you know anyone looking to purchase an exquisite (if I do say so myself) near-west side condo, I’m the one to talk to.  And I know peeps say the condo market has bottomed out, and maybe that’s true, but I don’t think that really applies to the place I call home.  It’s not a high-rise, it’s not cookie-cutter, and there are only 13 units in the entire association.  And really, it’s nice not to have to shovel.

Check it out.

So, for a bit, it’s possible this blog may turn into a boring old blog about trying to sell a place.  Step one, put it on the market.  Check.  Actually, that’s probably not step one, but it pretty much was for me.  Step two, try to buy this cool old vintage, mid-century couch off of craigslist to try to stage the basement.  Wish me luck.

Ugh

You know, I love a good human interest story as much as the next person, and in this age of declining newspaper sales and, well, newspapers, maybe small-market journalists would be better off staying close to home and reporting on local flavor, but this is pushing it.  This is the big story on the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel’s online paper today.

I’m really disappointed in the papers in Wisconsin these days.  I used to subscribe to the Capital Times and while I acknowledged that it was a pretty bad paper, the poor quality had its charms.  Paragraphs were often repeated several times, stories often had no conclusions or discernable points, and local news could be about something as inane as me.  Well, it never quite reached that level, but it teetered close to the line.  But now, with only the State Journal and the Journal Sentinel left, I feel lost.  No question, the Milwaukee paper is way better than Madison’s version (putting aside today’s ridiculous story), but when I want daily Madison news, I’m left with the cold, charmless and incomplete State Journal.

Thank goodness for the Isthmus.

Burned, take twenty-seven

Favre.  That’s really all I can say right now. 

Well, and this: what an ^%$#&*(%.

Plans

I was recently informed that about 94% of blogs go idle after six months.  While I’ve made it past that mark, I’ve stalled out a bit as of late.  I suppose it’s mostly because it’s summer and there’s other stuff to do, it’s been uber-busy at work, and I’ve been uber-busy with the union.  Though I think the real reason is that my mind has been scattered and coming up with any coherent thoughts has been rough.

I’m hopeful, though, that this will change shortly.  A week from today I will be embarking on a two-week vacation.  Hooray!  The itinerary?  Well, first let me say that it is a road trip.  In a new black civic.  With an i-pass.  Hooray!  Ok, we leave Monday for Dayton, OH to visit Papa.  Then, Tuesday morning we leave bright & early (maybe) to hit the road for NYC.  We’ll be visiting Kristin in Brooklyn (at last!) and the City until Friday afternoon.  Friday afternoon we head north for Amenia, NY to partake in Andrea’s wedding festivities.  That takes us until Sunday morning when we head out through Canada to reach Presque Isle, WI to relax on the cheerful waters of Presque Isle Lake with lots of family.  I think it’ll be a good trip and I’m hoping for lots of fun photographs.

Anyone else have fun, close-to-end-of-summer (can you believe it?) plans?

Sconnie

Isn’t this awesome? I’d like to add a few more ideas to the list — strolling down State, lunch at Chataura, an actual beer on the terrace — but it’s still pretty great, in my opinion. An added plus is the Anthology shop they mentioned, which is co-owned by a gal I played tennis with in high school.

Speaking of Wisconsin, which we now are, the state’s been going rather bonkers for a long time now over the movie Public Enemies. I don’t know how the rest of the country is reacting to its premiere (though I suspect Michael Mann + Johnny Depp + John Dillinger = lots of excitement and hype), but Sconnie just about collapsed from the weight of it all. As you may know, lots of scenes were filmed here — Madison, Columbus, Oshkosh and more. Most significantly, perhaps, was the infamous shoot-out at the Little Bohemia lodge in Manitowish Waters, Wisconsin, which still stands and which we often comment upon when we are up on our annual family vacation in near-by Presque Isle. Anyway, lots of towns had early premieres and people came out in 1930s wear and drove around old cars and smoked cigars. It was really quite a reaction.

So, with all of this in mind, I saw the movie last night. At Sundance. Gosh, I just love that theater. Even though the restaurant blew and reminds me of a low period in my adult life, the movie theater is just the bees’ knees and makes me not want to go to any other movie theater ever again (well, that doesn’t include the drive-in or the Orpheum, both of which I adore). Anyway, as soon as the movie started, it occurred to me what I was really going to see. A Michael Mann movie about John Dillinger. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me early. Maybe because I didn’t really know much about Dillinger (this despite there being an old family story that my great-grandfather was kidnapped by Dillinger’s gang to repair some plumbing or electrical problem at one of their hide-outs). So, it hit me late that this was going to be (a) long and (b) violent. Michael Mann is not even close to one of my favorite directors and I absolutely hated his uber-long, unedited, ultra-violent, super boring Heat. But it was too late to turn back. The movie starts with a pretty violent jailbreak, which sets the tone. There’s a lot of blood in this movie and a lot of killing. Johnny Depp is pretty great, though, and Marion Cotillard is simply gorgeous and commanding. Christian Bale, though…Ugh. I don’t know why I feel bad criticizing him, but I do. Enough’s enough, though. I let his Batman performance slide and I can’t do it again. I feel like he’s really pushing when he “acts.” I don’t believe him at all. I don’t know if he’s trying too hard to cover up his Welsh accent or what. Personally, though, I’d rather have a Welsh accent slip in in an otherwise smooth and believable performance than watch someone speak so woodenly so that we don’t know where he’s actually from. It’s really enough already. At least for me. And it probably didn’t help that his role, a would-be federal agent though the FBI has yet to come into its own, is really boring. I was hoping for more of a movie like, say, American Gangster. In American Gangster, you are just as interested in Russell Crowe’s police work as you are with Denzel Washington’s criminal work. In Public Enemies, though, there is very little police work and it’s just not that interesting.

Overall, though, I liked the movie and it didn’t feel as long as I thought it might. I would give it a B. For whatever that’s worth. Maybe a B+ since seeing the Capitol was pretty cool.