Appearance wise, the walls are white and the flooring is a dark hardwood, just like the rest of the penthouse. Floor to ceiling windows along one wall offer a spectacular view of Philadelphia. Across from the windows is my bed, which has a dark blue duvet and too many pillows. The other furnishings are a mishmash of different styles, some modern and some vintage, though they are all colored black. Scattered about are a few knickknacks: pictures of my dad and me, a few succulents, trinkets from my travels.
As for messy or neat, my bedroom tends to be neat, but that's mostly due to my cleaning woman.
I love the smell of burning pipe tobacco. Growing up, one of my neighbors used to smoke a pipe and I would pass by him every morning when I left for school. It was very sweet and pleasant, not at all like the cigarette smell that clung to the walls of our apartment.
Some runners up are: gasoline, coffee, petrichor, and almond
Not particularly. Like, I believe there is a god more than I believe there isn't a god. My only experience with religion (particularly Christianity) came from my high school years. I attended a catholic high school where we had religion classes every year and school-wide mass was held every month or so. None of it really spoke to me but I can understand why it would draw somebody in.
The most important value I would try to instill in others (in VILE and beyond) would be compassion for those in need. We are often too quick in our judgments of another's situation, making assumptions that end up hurting and dehumanizing people. I know that in certain lines of work snap judgments are necessary to ensure to ensure safety and survival, but in our civilian lives, a little less judgment might be needed.
Definitely Greece. It's been everything I hoped it would be (and a little more than I'd imagined too) although the jet lag was terrible. I prefer traveling by train if possible.
((So... my Facebook got password hacked, and the recovery options aren't working. And, over the last two days, haven't slept more than half an hour total, despite my trazodone. Had like 6 beers tonight, have a couple left, will take a full pill tonight, and hope to sleep. And, finished the application for the new place, probably will have to help the folks tomorrow.))
Did you know.....The original candy canes were straight sugar sticks that were often used to decorate Christmas trees. The first historical reference to the cane shape was in 1670, when the choirmaster at Cologne Cathedral in Germany bent the sugar sticks into the shape of a shepherd's staff. Candy canes remained white until the early 20th century when red stripes and peppermint flavor became popular.
((So... the folks called me upstairs to help figure out how to get their SSI paperwork to the new landlord... we were discussing it, when the landlord emailed that all three of us are denied... mostly the main thing was "poor rental history; insufficient income (they're on SSI); no credit file; if no judgment was rendered on them after they appealed the initial eviction notice, then they gave their 30 days notice, can they rescind that (this is Minnesota, ya shure, ya betcha) and stay?
Michelangelo wrote a poem about how much he hated painting the Sistine Chapel...One translation of the poem he sent to his friend begins: I’ve already grown a goiter from this torture, hunched up here like a cat in Lombardy(or anywhere else where the stagnant water’s poison).
Something just dawned on me. You know how we went from two digit years to four digit years because of the Y2K bug? In like 9K years we'll have to go to 5 digit years to combat the problem again