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Sunday, 22 April 2001
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This was moving weekend. Let me start by making the observation that I don't have much stuf, because I'm just a poor man, and basically (fortunately) not particularly materialistic. Having said that, I have to admit that I HAVE TOO MUCH STUF! It's time once again to sift, winnow, and discard. I've already discarded most of my books and CDs, and everything related to television. But there's nothing like Moving Day to tell you when you ain't finished cutting down to the bone. I borrowed my brother-in-law's little pickup truck, and my teenage daughter helped me all Saturday afternoon and evening, and again this afternoon. In fact, she pushed me to keep going waaaayyyyyy longer than I wanted to last night.
Then late this afternoon my ex-wife came over and helped organize things and empty boxes and put stuf away. Why? I dunno... Maybe she just likes me better when she doesn't have to live with me. Whatever. I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Spent my first night in the new place last night. Wasn't bad. No sirens, no insomniac canine neighbors, no loud cars, no bass-thumpy neighborhood bars. Just a quiet little city side street, three blocks long. My neighbor across the street is a Catholic elementary school, which is dead quiet at night. My upstairs neighbor doesn't seem to be the loud-stereo type (heh! That woulda been me, some years back). In short, it seems as if the new apartment (as in "first floor of a house") and me will get along reasonably well.
It's an odd sensation, though, of returning to my roots. For the first fifteen years of my life, I lived within maybe half a mile or so of my present location. It's racially mixed, majority black, with a strong admixture of college students. I'm about a quarter mile from a footbridge over the Genesee River that gives onto the campus of the University of Rochester, a fairly well-respected old premed/prelaw school. Most of the houses around me are probably 1920s-30s vintage two-story wood frame buildings, packed somewhat close together. There are a lot of '30s-vintage two-story brick corner stores and small apartment buildings. It looks a lot like the sleepy little upstate town that it was back then, only with a lot more wear-and-tear on everything.
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Monday, 23 April 2001
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Today I am sore. Old sedentary nerd-bodies don't like to carry things on and off of trucks, and up and down stairs. And they sure don't like getting up early and going to work after a couple days of said routine. So I'm hoping for an easy Monday. Hey, it could happen.
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Tuesday, 24 April 2001
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Still settling into the new apartment. That's complicated, of course, by the fact that I have to do it in the odd moment when I'm not otherwise engaged. Life doesn't go away just because we get some extra work. So my PCs aren't even plugged in yet, and in fact I won't even have a dial tone until tomorrow. And tonight my gracious ex-wife is meeting me at the old house to give it a bit of a sweep-up before we hand it over to the new owners. And of course there are a few more odds and ends to bring over to the apartment. But we're almost done. Whew!
Last night I signed papers with my lawyer to keep the process inching along, then went home and populated one of my bookshelves, and plugged all the stereo equipment together. Eventually I'll get the PCs hooked up, and then the guitar stuf... Then maybe I'll be able to get started learning how to use Cakewalk to record some tracks. Man, life is complicated.
I can't help mentioning that as I write this, I'm IM-ing with a sister in another city who is going through unbelievable things at this moment. Not just bad... unbelievable. Let's just say that some of those stupid horror movies are based on real things that really happen to real people. I'm praying.
LATER...
I'm spending a couple of minutes on lunch catching up on some Daynotes reading. My thanks to Dr. Keyboard in his April 19th column for a wonderful line, which I am now borrowing: "There are those amongst the Daynoters who say they do these stupid things so that you don't have to; I hold out no such high purpose in my maneuverings - I do these stupid things because I'm stupid." Couldn't have said it better myself. That's why I stole it when he said it.
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Wednesday, 25 April 2001
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Tonight after work I go to the dentist to get my fangs scraped. Insurance is a Good Thing. Then I get to arrive late at my daughter's softball game, which will hopefully be less frigid than yesterday's. Sheesh! Monday it's 84° F, Tuesday it's 39° F with a 25° F wind chill. Brother! Today it's supposed to be mid-50s. Here's hoping...
Tonight should also mark the Very End Of Getting Stuf Out Of The Old House. Just a few odds and ends left. And my tired old bike in the garage. Don't really have a good place to keep that. Or my motorcycle, for that matter. Hmmm... Garages are a Good Thing.
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Thursday, 26 April 2001
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I hope that as things begin to settle down in my life I'll have both the leisure and the inspiration to be less terse here. Moving is draining. But necessary. Y'know... it's funny thinking about the type of content to post in a weblog like this. Needs to be personal, timely, needs to be written in a way that entertains at least me; but can't be so personal that I would cringe if anyone else read it. There's a nebulousness (nebulosity? okay then — vagueness) about the concept of "target audience" here that I still don't quite grok. Ah well... I'll write for myself, and if anyone else enjoys it, great!
I'm trying to recruit some help to solve my mail server problem. As long as I can slip it past the bean counters, I'll be okay. I should be able to... after all, it's their mail server. And then I'll never, ever put pcAnywhere on it again. Symantec. Hawk, spit.
I seem to be spending a lot of time at work these days doing "personal" stuf for bosses... Things like "Could you get that old Pentium 133 working, and I'll give it to my nephew." Or "I brought in my home PC... Could you get all that annoying stuf off it that my kids downloaded, and make it work right again?" I don't mind doing it, since I do it in the office on their nickel. But I just thought I'd mention it.
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Friday, 27 April 2001
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What a day! Rushing around like a crazy man putting out fires. How did this little place survive before I got here? Seriously! And it's Closing On The House day, with various little emergencies to tend to, to appease frazzled lawyers and realtors. On the bright side, I had some of The Best Pizza In The World (capitalization mine) for lunch. You know, the kind made by hand by people born within sight of the Mediterranean, in a small family-owned pizzeria (and why isn't that spelled pizzAria? Enquiring minds want to know...). Papa makes the sausage himself by hand. As that estimable nerd/gourmand Dr. Keyboard is fond of saying, "Yum yum."
Tonight I hope to actually get some computers running at home. Yes, I'm declaring that to be a Actual Goal. I hereby affirm my official intention to Make A Computer Talk To The World tonight. Hey, it could happen. Last night I fired up the antique StinquePad. Minor thrash involving networking settings, and that's one back in business. Not actually one that's fast enough to be very useful, except as sort of an emergency stand-in. But better than nothing. In fact, for that matter, it does allow me to do some minor if decadent 'puting from the comfort of my cozy bed. Heh!
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Saturday, 28 April 2001
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