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.