"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

new name! new location! same snarky attitude!

the theme of the season is: "moving". first, random access has moved here, and undergone a bit of a name change as well. second, the author and immediate housemates are going in different directions. the freak (aka mouse) and freakspawn are heading back to virginia next month. angel and i are heading west into the next county. the dog is going with us. the cat has previously gone on to the great kitty playhouse in the sky.

all of this moving around is not voluntary. certain legal actions have reduced my take-home pay to laughably small amounts, which have made it impossible to maintain rental payments for the foreseeable future. thus i am joining the ranks of ACLWTP*. there is, luckily, room at Chez Folks for angel and the dog as well as for prodigal son.

freak and freakspawn are having to find room elsewhere - "elsewhere" being freak's sister's apartment in virginia. to finance the trip down, freak is selling everything she has she can legally sell. if it were legal, she'd probably sell freakspawn, too. alas, ebay has certain guidelines that must be adhered to.

the dog gets no say in the matter, and is going with us.

the cat also had no say in the matter, as best as i can tell.

taking a cue from freak, i've also been attempting to sell whatever possessions i have that might fetch the money to make them worth the effort to sell. the items that i'm excluding from this venture are (1) the car, which is paid for and which is necessary for the commute to/from work, (2) my framed dark side of the moon posters, because i like them too much, (3) the bed, which i will hopefully need in the future, (4) my bicycle, which i've had since i was a teenager and which is a desirable alternate form of transportation when gas is three dollars a gallon, and (5) my tv/dvd player/stereo, which will likely keep me sane in the coming months. i've moved seven times (that i remember), and each time left behind more and more of my books. i think i've whittled down the library to the state of what i consider my "must-owns", or at least my "no don't make me get rid of those".

[in one of the smartest moves i've ever made, my music collection is in my office, so until i get fired or absorbed in a hostile takeover, that is one variable out of the equation. (that strategy only backfired last year when the company decided to remodel the offices, and i had to temporarily move my files and 1000 cds into what amounted to a glorified closet.)]

after setting aside the list of exclusions, i came to a depressing realization (albeit one i was certainly aware of in a let's-not-think-about-it sort of way): most of what i own is worthless junk. my sole items on ebay/craigslist are the livingroom tv, which i bought because freakspawn had learned to walk and i was moving my sony flatscreen into the bedroom to save its life; and two pink floyd promo posters for The Final Cut, which the Ex framed for me back when we first met (yes, these posters are 20 years old).

what of my other possessions? the truck was stolen and totalled by the felon; the dining room table, home office desk, living room sofa, entertainment center (when did they stop calling them 'tv stands'?), and lamps all came out of dumpsters or garage sales. The home pc is set up on a workmate toolbench. the bedroom furniture is third hand. the bookshelves are built into the house walls, and it's doubtful i could take them with me.

i suspect the storage space i will have to rent to store our belongings will contain: one third-hand bed frame and matresses; books; kitchen utensils. and a mirror.

so, yeah, this is certainly a new location, although it feels kind of familiar. mr. dylan says it better than i ever could:

Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast
I'm drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free
I've got nothin' but affection for all those who've sailed with me

Everybody movin' if they ain't already there
Everybody got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get interesting right about now
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