03.04.2021 “had chicken puppets for wipers”
Today started out on a pretty dark note. I woke up and was making coffee half asleep when I heard Lucia crying and walked in their room to find out that Lucia's friend was just murdered the day before. I had met Pawel three times before. The first time I met them was a few months ago. Me and Lucia had just met and I was going to meet Lucia and Erica for breakfast at Satsuma. I was trying to leave the house to get there in time but I had lent my car to Alison and Effy the night before and they were taking their sweet time getting back. So they said take the Reality Breaker which was parked outside my house. I had driven it before but only with the Poncili twins in the van with me. On top of that it was pouring rain and the Breaker had chicken puppets for wipers. I made it to the cafe through the rain but then I had to figure out how to park the thing. There was a large spot in front of the cafe and I started parallel parking wrong but realized everyone in the cafe was watching me park this massive ridiculous thing. I walked in and Lucia and Erica were already sitting. I said hi and then went and ordered a coffee. While we were sitting there a cook leaned through the counter and said hi to Lucia. They talked for a minute and when we were all done at the cafe Lucia introduced me to Pawel as their favorite neighbor. I met Pawel two more times very recently. When we were in the final phase of moving Lucia out of their place Pawel came over and was very sad to hear that Lucia was leaving the neighborhood. I was out on the stoop chatting with them and then Pawel came in to look at the apartment in case any of their friends were looking for a place. They had a very sweet demeanor. They were talking about how they had 4 cats now and how that wasn't intentional. The third and final time I met Pawel was when they brought over some of their special sauce a few days later. And after writing the above paragraphs me and Lucia ate a special meal with some of the sauce. Death is such a strangely remote thing to me. I feel somehow disaffected by it. I wonder if I have been this way since my mother died or if it was just a part of me internally since birth. I hope Pawel finds all the infinite expanse of the afterlife glorious.
I don't know how to transition this written document out of talking about death. The most obvious thing to come next is the fact that I hung a mirror on the wall today. It needed a long screw and a coat hanger.
I read this article about the horrors of NFTs written by a fellow fediverse person and then was doing research into them and saw Quasimondo posting about a new NFT platform that was using PoS instead of PoW and then saw that they had made a free NFT on this platform for people to play with so I installed a Tezos wallet and exchanged 12$ of Litecoin for some tez so I could “buy” my first NFT. Quasimondo posted a free edition of 500 of a piece of their work and collected one. I then minted my first NFT and posted it for free as an edition of 1.
Back in real life land we went to Harolds and bought two plants. A rosemary plant in honor of Pawel and a pansy for Lucias aunt. Afterwords we went to the free store and organized for a bit and I took some canning jars and Lucia took some clothes with patterns they liked to sew together for a curtain. On the drive back I stopped to pick up a rusty can for my room mate to paint on.