I'm in my new apartment
No Internet access at home until next Friday. I’m at the Internet Garage in Williamsburg right now.
I like my new apartment. And I like Greenpoint. Moving in was stressful. I’ll share more when I have more time (right now, I’m paying $5 per half hour to use the Internet, which seems ridiculous; I decided to be cheap, and only have about 10 minutes left).
I’ve been spending the weekend settling into my new apartment. It’s been a bit strange being in a new place. And Oliver the cat seems more than a little bit freaked out.
Not having Internet access has been really good for my productivity, though. I’ve gotten a lot done.
OK, I’ll be back on tomorrow. Probably.
Hope everybody’s enjoying the NYC sunshine.
death cab for cutie - the ice is getting thinner (demo)
about 300 times more beautiful than the album version. listen to it. cry. whatever.
check for participating stores.Awesome.
I prefer Dunkin’ Donuts to Starbucks, anyway. And there are pretty much no good cafes in the East Village within walking distance of my apartment. I mean, I’m not walking up to Mudd just for an iced coffee. But I’m moving to Greenpoint on the 15th. And I’ve already scoped out where there’s a DD (sad, I know).
Just rambling at this point. I should have slept in today.
In my darker moments I occasionally think that this administration has fucked up the country so badly that it might be better if the Republicans actually win again this year. A Democratic president would have to spend so much time digging out from the rubble that at best—at best—all he could do (and, yes, he) is hold the line against things getting worse. I’m well aware that there’s a serious strain of defeatism in that attitude, but it ties in to another defeatism I’ve noticed during the campaign. It’s most prominent in people of my parents’ generation. They’re all good liberal folk whose support for Hillary is less a function of Clinton nostalgia or the desire to see a female president than it is a deep, persistent fear that Obama can’t win because the rest of the country won’t vote for a black guy. I’m optimistic to the point of naivete on the subject, thinking that not only are Americans ready for a black president, some of them actively want to vote for one because it’ll help them prove to themselves that they’re not racist (or they somehow think it’ll even up the books for slavery). Still, the results from West Virginia give me some pause. I do still think that we can and will, but you know what? Let’s just do it and see. If America really is so racist that it would rather sign up for four more years of mismanagement, cynicism, and deceit, let’s just come right out and put that on the table. Because only then will we truly get the government we deserve.
Whoah, what a week
I guess it’s really true that moving is stressful. I don’t know, I’m just getting tired of living surrounded by boxes. They’re piled so high that I can’t even watch TV. Which, admittedly, isn’t the end of the world. But still. This is America, goddamnit. If I want to watch television, I ought to be able to.
Anyway.
The boxes are piled so high between my bed and the TV that there just isn’t any point. I’m almost done. I just have to finish the closet, deal with the kitchen stuff, the bathroom and then a few odds and ends. Plus, the most sweat-inducing aspect of it all: breaking down and packing away my computer. The main reason is because the Deafening Silence of a Very Bright Light is on two different hard-drives. One has the material on it, and the other is for backup. But still. Although I have to say, I’m sure that it’ll be fine. The movers who I’m using are the same ones who moved me into my current place. And they didn’t ruin any of my computer equipment.
So there’s that.
And poor Oliver the cat seems to be out of sorts about the whole thing. I mean, obviously I can’t tell him what’s going on and we can’t converse about it. But he definitely knows something is going on. Of course, there are the mountains of boxes. And he must feel on edge, because he slept on my bed, right next to me, all night. Which he never, ever does. Usually, at some point during the middle of the evening he wanders off and I wake up to see him on my dresser, or on the floor, or he’s in the bathroom just sitting on the bathmat doing nothing, or wherever.
But nope. He didn’t leave my side at all. And he’s been even more needy than usual.
Also, when I left this morning he was trying to sleep deeply, but he had this look in his eyes that said, Oh, go ahead. I know you’re going to leave. Sigh. What do I care…?
I told him I’d be back in the early evening, after I came back from picking up the keys to the new place. And that in less than 48 hours, we’d be in our new home. Together.
I’m not sure if he really understood.