Well, I found out what those fucking cables were for. Yesterday morning, I awoke (at 8 a.m.) to the sound of someone jack-hammering the outside of my building. It's one thing to hear a jack-hammer from 15 stories above the street. It's quite another thing altogether to feel the vibrations and hear it through the walls when it's being done to your building.
After stumbling out of bed, I went sorting through some of the memos and mail that had been slipped under the door while the apartment had sat empty. This is what I found:
Needless to say, I pulled on a pair of pants and hauled ass to the terrace to remove the table and chairs, and all the pots-full of dead plants out there.
Boy, if I thought I was ready to go postal when the work crews were on the street, I had no IDEA what was in store for me with this terrace repair project. There are men with jack-hammers, or, more precisely, pneumatic drills, I guess, working on the apartment to the right and one floor up from mine, and I can feel the vibrations in my teeth.
Thankfully, tomorrow I'm heading out to Philadelphia to see the Pig Iron production of Anodyne. I've been promising Dito van Reigersberg that I'd come back to see it, so it works out. I'm eager to see Dito and all my other Philly friends once more. It's been too long since I've talked to him.
By the way, here's a shot I took of myself after getting back from seeing my friend Dan Stiker's company (The Beggar's Group) production of Do It! Look at the bags under those eyes! Can you tell I've gotten next to no sleep the last couple of days?!?
Do It! turned out to be really great. The Beggars Group adapted it from Jerry Ruben's book of the same name, and it tells the story of Ruben's activism during the 1960s. I'm not usually a big fan of avant garde theater... I often find it intentionally obtuse and superior when it usually doesn't deserve it's high opinion of itself. But I have to say that this group put collaborated and put together a really cool piece. It captures the time, offers some striking images, and tells a coherant but not obvious story - often there's so much going on that you have to work to follow it.
Well, I'm off to bed. I want to get a little decent sleep before the jack-hammering begins anew. Good tidings, webfriends!
After stumbling out of bed, I went sorting through some of the memos and mail that had been slipped under the door while the apartment had sat empty. This is what I found:
Century Management Services, Inc.
Memo
To: ALL SHAREHOLDERS IN THE A, B, H, AND G/A LINES
FROM: LEONARD DE LUCA, R.A.M., SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT
Date: APRIL 4, 2001
Re: CONCRETE TERRACE REPAIRS AT INWOOD TOWER
Please be advised that a contractor will being installing a bridge along the front of the building on Tuesday, April 17, 2001.
Terrace repair work will comence on the A, B, H, and GA apartment llines on Wednesday, April 18th. The work hours will be from approximately 8:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. Monday through Friday. It is IMPERATIVE that shareholders in the A, B, H, and GA lines remove ALL ITEMS from their terraces. THIS INCLUDES THE REMOVAL OF ALL TERRACE CARPETING CURRENTLY IN PLACE. If you do not comply with this request, it should be noted that the contractor would not be responsible for any damages to items you did not remove from your terrace.
In addition, you MUST leave your windows CLOSED while work is going on. Please DO NOT use your air conditioner while work is on going. The contractor will seal your air conditioner during this time.
Please be advied that the railings are unstable. Therefore, all shareholders must refrain from using the terraces until the repair project is complete. You will be notified when you are once again permitted to use the terraces.
We do apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, and thank you for your anticipated cooperation.
Needless to say, I pulled on a pair of pants and hauled ass to the terrace to remove the table and chairs, and all the pots-full of dead plants out there.
Boy, if I thought I was ready to go postal when the work crews were on the street, I had no IDEA what was in store for me with this terrace repair project. There are men with jack-hammers, or, more precisely, pneumatic drills, I guess, working on the apartment to the right and one floor up from mine, and I can feel the vibrations in my teeth.
Thankfully, tomorrow I'm heading out to Philadelphia to see the Pig Iron production of Anodyne. I've been promising Dito van Reigersberg that I'd come back to see it, so it works out. I'm eager to see Dito and all my other Philly friends once more. It's been too long since I've talked to him.
By the way, here's a shot I took of myself after getting back from seeing my friend Dan Stiker's company (The Beggar's Group) production of Do It! Look at the bags under those eyes! Can you tell I've gotten next to no sleep the last couple of days?!?Do It! turned out to be really great. The Beggars Group adapted it from Jerry Ruben's book of the same name, and it tells the story of Ruben's activism during the 1960s. I'm not usually a big fan of avant garde theater... I often find it intentionally obtuse and superior when it usually doesn't deserve it's high opinion of itself. But I have to say that this group put collaborated and put together a really cool piece. It captures the time, offers some striking images, and tells a coherant but not obvious story - often there's so much going on that you have to work to follow it.
Well, I'm off to bed. I want to get a little decent sleep before the jack-hammering begins anew. Good tidings, webfriends!
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