Found on the clist in Miami, Coconut Grove to be exact. I love Miami! Just got through all three of the Jeff Lindsay Dexter Books which take place there; Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Dearly Devoted Dexter, and Dexter in the Dark. Lindsay has a funny style, a serious penchant for euphonics and alliteration, but sounds nice, I audiobook most stuff.
Anyway, this poor chair was the product of a nasty divorce. Banished to the Garage, with a bunch of other manly stuff. Nice house, poor dude. A 2001 Walnut Eames 670 Herman Miller Lounge Chair with perfect black leather cushions, coupled with a 60's Vitra (german made) 671 Ottoman. It was missing an armrest and a base cotter pin, not bad for $550 bucks. I fixed it and switched out the vitra shit base on the ottoman to match the lounge chair and sweetsweetness.com There you have a Mid-Century Icon! I was keeping my nights productive prowling the clist and local ebay listings, while in Miami, checking out all the local Mid Century shops and thrift stores. I am not much of a night time socializer, but I love sex and I am a night owl, and that spells SELF DEPRICATION. Anyway, now we know my ABC's.
The daytimes were filled with biking around town, swimming and soaking up the rays and hanging out with the local Ferala (i.e. below in the photo a large feral Green Iguanas, etc) They are all over the place but not orignally indigenous to Florida. Cool. So I am eating my lunch chilling out feeding a Mina bird bread from my hoaie, and the homeboy who made my sub (and skimped on it too) rolls out of Jack's Deli to chill on the dock by the bay. Just as I had been doing for about 20 minutes or so,, peacefully feeling like Dr. Doolittle. Homeboy decides to sneak up on the Iguana and grab the thing by it's tail and hoist it up over his head. The thing thrashes violently, it's quite large and from the look on homeboy's face a lot stronger than he had anticapated. Then bang a vertibrae in the things tail explodes (a defense mechanism among lizards) and the Iguana went for an unplanned drop in the drink, leaving his tail in homeboy's outstretched hand, he instantly squealed like a girl and dropped the writhing thing to the deck, and off it wiggled its' way into the drink as well, swimming like some blind eel, in search of its' master. So much for my tranquil lunchtime. Wha a jackass.
Anyway after disassembling and packing the lounge chair up, I drug the large box on a Dolly down route 1 from aventura past the mall to a Mailboxes Etc. No one made a comment or really even seemed amused, needless to say I was laughing the whole way, I felt like I was in an old 80's David Bowie music video, you know the one Let's Dance put on your Red shoe and dance the blues...maybe? So without a hitch the chair for $72 went home to Reston and later to be restored and tranplanted to my pad in Reston. My Biz partner EEG (Mr. Ginter) fell in love with it, you know sitting in it too much does that, and bought it. That is what a Business trip to Miami is all about, UNEMPLOYABILITY at its best. Ice Cream cones, Enrique's American Spirits, Cheap Cuban food, Enrique's AMG benz, and good times and many stories of how he got his Poul Kjaerholm pk22 for $400. Cheers Motha F'er. And remembering Life Promotes Life! Feel it!
http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/nva/fur/715355476.html
Before she leaves for a new home:
First Day or so on the job cruising across White's Ferry to Maryland. $1.50 Cones on the boardwalk in Hollywood Beach. The Condo Backyard under going a slight facelift. And another shot of the place at an unfinished spot looking back from the main room to the living quarters.
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