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Ok, this house is weird. Firstly, I was wondering what was up w/the garage door.
Turns out it's a mirror. Built in 1955 in Palm Springs, CA, it's been remodeled and you must see the choices. 3bds, 3ba, 2,319 sq ft, $1,499,999.
Check out the floor, like a mass murder scene.
Conversation pit decorated with a sofa and tables. Was this once a hot tub?
The stains continue throughout the kitchen.
Two lone side chairs in a corner.
Gray cement walls in the kitchen.
Snacks for the buyers?
Looking out toward the pool from the pit.
Cement dining table. I think it's built-in. It also appears to have a convenient electrical outlet.
It's such a huge space to fill. The sun is casting shadows, but it looks like there are steps here.
The glass wall opens to the pool.
There's a shower room here, but it's open. At least the shower & toilet are behind a wall.
The bedrooms and baths have floors that look watercolor stained. Interesting how they put the bed partly under the arch.
The bed from behind. Is that a fridge?
The ensuite is big, but so sparse and spread out. I would've expected a sink under the neon mirror. This is so ugly.
The secondary bedroom is plain and has floating nightstands installed.
The primary bedroom has folding doors to the patio.
Out by the pool, it looks like they repainted the statues pink and black, themselves. The lamp is broken.
Matching statues.
Nice fruit tree.
Fancy ceiling lights in the garage.
.28 acre lot.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2275-E-Belding-Dr-Palm-Springs-CA-92262/18019319_zpid/
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I think having a baby niece is great cause my brother will send me just a constant stream of messages that sound indistinguishable from how someone at Jurassic park would text if they were being hunted by the raptor
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i am actually insufferable once I get comfortable with someone
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Bones’ ideal resume is just shouting his preferred job title at people
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well someone made the mistake of flaring at me while i was buying fish food..... meet Kimchi
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Baby Jane somehow worked her way into the tiny gap between the dishwasher and the wall and got stuck, and I had to pull out the whole dishwasher to get her free. She's been getting into the potted plants and she stole a treat from Malice; she snuck up on Vice and scared him right out of the room.
That's it. I'm calling it.
Meet Mayhem. She's here to stay.
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William Herbert Dunton (1878 – 1936). Crest of the Ridge, Grizzly. Oil on board.
Coeur d’Alene Art Auction
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Lekythos (oil flask), Ancient Greek / Late Classical Period
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"You can say that [orangutans] are not dependent on social support and approval, and if you admire this in them, that an orang is irredeemably his own person, 'the most poetic of the apes', researcher Lynn Miles told me once in an unguarded moments. What she had in mind was the difference between orangs and chimps in the way they carry on their discourse with the world.
Chimps are much admired for their tool use and for their problem-solving relationship with things as they find them...the orang is, let us say, not so replete with enterprise. Give an orangutan the hexagonal peg and the several shapes of hole, and then hide behind the two-way mirror and watch how he engages with the problem.
And watch and watch and watch--because he does not engage with the problem. He uses the peg to scratch his back, has a look-see at his right wrist, makes a half-hearted and soon abandoned attempt to use his fur as a macramé project, stares dreamily out the window if there is one and at nothing in particular if not, and the sun begins to set. (The sun will also set if you are observing a chimp, but the chimp is more amusing, so you are less likely to mark the moment in your notes. An orang observer has plenty of time to be a student of the vanities of sunset.)
You watch, and the orang dreams...when casually and as if thinking of something else, the orang slips the hexagonal peg into the hexagonal hole. And continues staring off dreamily."
Vicki Hearne, "The Case of the Disobedient Orangutans"
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