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. 

posted : Saturday, May 17th, 2008

Moving day, 12:31pm: a new burger joint coming to 5th between A and B right as I’m moving away.
Moving day, 12:31pm: a new burger joint coming to 5th between A and B right as I’m moving away.

posted : Thursday, May 15th, 2008

Moving day, 11.14am: the last time I’ll ever shave in this apartment.
Moving day, 11.14am: the last time I’ll ever shave in this apartment.

posted : Thursday, May 15th, 2008

Moving day, 10:06am.
Moving day, 10:06am.

posted : Thursday, May 15th, 2008

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

claudia:

scout:

death cab for cutie - the ice is getting thinner (demo)

about 300 times more beautiful than the album version. listen to it. cry. whatever.

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

reblogged from : claudia catalina

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

“ Since 2001, the price of oil per barrel has quadrupled, adversely affecting all but the wealthiest Americans. Efforts to spread democracy have either stalled or succeeded only in enhancing the standing of groups like Hamas and Hezbollah. The much-hyped Iraqi nuclear threat turned out to be illusory. To sustain the overstretched American imperium, we are accumulating debt at a staggering clip. And with U.S. soldiers shouldering repetitive combat tours, the strength of our army slowly ebbs away. Meanwhile, the immediate danger to the American way of life comes not from terrorists but from our own adamant refusal to live within our means. American profligacy, not Islamic radicals, triggered the mortgage crisis that underlies our current economic distress.

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

reblogged from : ☼ AZspot ☼

“ Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
— Claude McPillow (via laureola) (via mareen)

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

reblogged from : Mareen Fischinger's Tumblelog

And yet this is somehow sexier than any episode of the original series. Which really isn’t saying much.

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

peterwknox:  
jonaha:   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).

peterwknox:

jonaha:

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).

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

reblogged from : Peter W Knox

Just rambling at this point. I should have slept in today.

alexbalk:

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.

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

reblogged from : Alex Balk

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. 

posted : Wednesday, May 14th, 2008