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Saturday, September 1, 2001
So many emails, so little time 
| | Spent all of yesterday stuffing the remains of the apartment into the the old Subaru wagon. Ever notice that moving approaches closure asymptotically? You're never quite done. I got this feeling yesterday when I stood in the apartment looking at the high ratio of remaining stuff to packing boxes. In the kitchen there were a pile of computer speakers, cable modems and connecting wires, next to an old toaster and some Cuisinart parts, next to a pile of magazines with little tags on their pages, next to a half-filled box of cookware. Across the room, a pile of clothes. We were "almost done," and that was just the kitchen. The bathroom cabinets, filled with crap we might use in the event of a medical or a plumbing emergency, were still full. I ended up just stuffing everything into the car through about 40 trips up and down the stairs. |
| | And now I'm hiding in our little observatory (don't know what else to call a 7x7 octagonal room with a door to the roof that constitutes our entire "upstairs") apologizing to ya'll for not having the time (yet) to reply to all your emails. Quite a lot today. |
| | Seems there's suddenly a lot of concern about education and whether or not it's a conversation in the same manner as a market. I say no. Shopping is not compulsory. There are no truant officers making sure shoppers go to main street or the mall every day. Anyway, I said more about this stuff a few months ago here. And I'll say more tomorrow. I hope. Right now I have to go move the office. |
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