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Home archaeology


Home archaeology, Jacob, originally uploaded by BigAssSuperBlog.

While cleaning the new house, I found this scrawled on the closet door frame in the spare room. Looks like it used to be the kids' room, some time in the past 14 years. I'm finding other little bits and pieces that are giving me clues about who's lived here before. Like the electrical panel that shows how the basement was done after the rest of the house. Like all the woodwork in the den -- the room with, what, 14 electrical outlets, suggesting an owner with a fetish for power or a resident electrician. A phone company slip from 2007 with a name I may look up on facebook. It's our space now, but was home to strangers before us.

I've added a bunch of home pictures on the Big Ass Photo Gallery -- most of them are marked for 'friends and family' viewing, out of respect for our privacy and security. If you're friends or family and aren't yet on my Flickr contacts list, drop me a note. Sorry, General Public!

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  1. SCOTT! its amy and i want to see your pics. there were only 6 when i checked... how can i see the rest?

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  2. Amy ... if you're still ames5252 over at flickr.com, sign in and you should be able to see the photos. W00t. Same for Western2001, stratford dave, panda manda and lilsis who knows her own login already.

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