Gentrification Station hail and farewell: dead trees and sofas
Nov. 30th, 2008 | 11:24 pm
Messrs Hovell and Cowperthwait enjoy a constitutional through Mission Dolores Park
An important clarification: this morning, in a Craigslist "free shit" posting, I told a fib.
WHAT:—Lounge couch: EQ3 CRUSH w/ microfiber upholstery -- needs legs (mission district), Craigslist
It's an EQ3 CRUSH lounge couch with beautiful carrot-colored microfiber (faux-suede). Consistently a favorite for our wine parties, or curling up with a laptop.
... but: it's missing its legs, ergo, its structural integrity.
We got around this problem by leaning it against a wall, and affectionately christened it "Slouchy the Couchy." (You may have our nickname free, too.)
WHY:
Alas, the new roommate is a decoronormative fascist with hegemonic fixation on constructs like "free-standing" and "has legs". Out on the kerb Slouchy went, where he waits for ... you?
One must never let pass the opportunity to use the term "decoronormative", even at the expense of the truth. However, the truth is that I did not have it in for Slouchy on aesthetic grounds. More simply, Slouchy The Couchy had to go to make way for Treeberg The Newly-Named Christmas Tree.
Photography from Treeberg's acquisition remains embargoed while we consider it for our Christmas card, but you can infer the essential plot. Christmas tree + convertible = comic gold.
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