07 November 2010
Bosch's Heater
4:24 PM | Signed
Kelsea D |
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The heater makes the smoke detector wail.
Under circumstances that did not include a 52 degree rainy day, I could make a joke of that, but...well, I'm cold. But mostly, the heater has just gotten me mad. I have cleaned the filter, and,m if the heater would open more, I would more than attempt to eradicate the dust build up in the coils inside. But the heater is against me.
And while I try to keep myself from going postal, and blaming the school for freakin' installing a heater that cannot be cleaned (one more reason to hate the school, right?), I look out the window at the chilly, rain soaked yard of the College of Idaho, I am reminded, almost violently, of Bosch's triptych, The Garden of Earthly Delights. The outer painting depicts the world after the flood, which, obviously, should lead me to a post about God's love, but, rather, reminds me that things here at the school--They are going to get better. I just gotta hold out.
And change my major to Art History.
Under circumstances that did not include a 52 degree rainy day, I could make a joke of that, but...well, I'm cold. But mostly, the heater has just gotten me mad. I have cleaned the filter, and,m if the heater would open more, I would more than attempt to eradicate the dust build up in the coils inside. But the heater is against me.
And while I try to keep myself from going postal, and blaming the school for freakin' installing a heater that cannot be cleaned (one more reason to hate the school, right?), I look out the window at the chilly, rain soaked yard of the College of Idaho, I am reminded, almost violently, of Bosch's triptych, The Garden of Earthly Delights. The outer painting depicts the world after the flood, which, obviously, should lead me to a post about God's love, but, rather, reminds me that things here at the school--They are going to get better. I just gotta hold out.
And change my major to Art History.
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