I am moving on Thursday. I found a new apartment in a different neighborhood. I have lived in many different neighborhoods in this city. I have moved eight times, perhaps. It is not easy or cheap, and doing it by yourself is miserable. Fortunately, I have had help, and though I've lived in shitty places, I've lived in very unique and diverse places. There is no end to where anyone may end up in this city, let alone the world.
The word "entropy" is derived from the Greek εντροπία "a turning toward" (εν- "in" + τροπή "a turning"), and is symbolized by S in physics.?-wikipedia memorized this term in AP Chemistry my senior year of high school, and I have been fascinated by it ever since. It had a profound impact on my system of belief. Chemical theory was always very fascinating to me. I'm also really fascinated by cosmology. The mere fact that at any given moment, the whole universe is out there happening at the very same time. Add to that the possibility of other dimensions. Endlessness infinitude. O. I'm taking a course next semester on science and religion. It is being taught "in tandem" by two professors. David Morgan, Physics; Michael Pettinger, comparative literature and languages. I go to a pretty small private school in the middle of Greenwich Village. I'm getting a really interesting education but I don't really know if it will get me a "real" job. My education makes me not want a "real" job. I've given some thought to non-profit. That seems to be the default sector of the alumni from my school.
Do you ever challenge cars when you cross the street? Sometimes I do. I am a very aggressive pedestrian. Sometimes I do it very smoothly and skillfully, but some days I'm not 100 percent and I end up bumping into people, cutting them off, bumping into stuff, tripping, dropping stuff... generally klutzing it up. It's on those days I feel like my timing is off, like I'm moving at a different pace than the rest of the world and it makes it difficult for me to harmonize with my environment. However, there are some days when everything is so unified it's like the whole day was orchestrated to work in my favor. One day I was sitting in a cafe on University eating a late breakfast and reading a novel. I use a queen of spades I found somewhere as a bookmark. When the waiter brought me my food, he remarked that it is supposedly an unlucky card. My reply was, "I don't believe in bad luck." I really like the look of the card, and it makes a sturdy bookmark.
I'm pretty sure my family is convinced I am a total whack job. Or, maybe I'm convinced they're convinced because I'm convinced. I have definitely said things before that could be used against me in the event my loved ones tried to have me committed. However, the fact that they haven't yet is a good indication they never will. Unless I get more whacked out... which isn't impossible. (And you have yet another example of something that could be used to discredit my sanity when I'm committed.) I just like pointing out the different ways there are of interpreting one thing. I am particularly fond of turning ambiguous phrasing into inuendo. Especially by tagging on, "That's what she said." I have a very juvenile sense of humor.
I am currently reading "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman by theoretical physicist Richard P. Feynman. It is about his adventures in life learning, teaching, working on the Manhattan Project, winning the Nobel Prize, and making lots of mischief. It's a very straightforward story, heartfelt, honest account of Feyman's adventures. I'm about 4/5 done, and I don't know anything about him besides what I've read, so I'm anticipating finishing it. I will let you know how it goes. I haven't decided what to read next but I have a lot of books and plenty of time to read before I go back to school. I don't really have much going on.
I have been having a really good time of life lately, having adventures of body, mind, and spirit. Not many adventures of heart, though; there just isn't time, yet. I'm in no hurry.
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
moving day
Today marks my sixth move in a year and a half.
Packing to move always involves taking stock of where I've been, where I'm going, and what I'm taking with me. Every time I move, I end up with less than I started with. Yet, as few possessions as I feel like I have, it is always startling to see just how much it adds up to when it's all stacked up together. The bulk of it is books, bedding, and clothes. As far as kitchenware, all I have is one plate, two mugs, a bowl, three plastic cups, and two french presses. My electronics are limited to a printer, an alarm clock, and a laptop. I'm leaving all my furniture, which is only a small end table, one old lamp without a shade, and a set of drawers. The loft bed is staying too, but it was already there when I moved in. I don't need my mattress, either.
I'm subletting a room in an apartment for the month of July until my roommate-to-be returns from California in August. Truthfully, I'm looking forward to the quick turn around. I get restless when I live in one place for too long. When I was a kid, my family moved about every three years, so I never really had one neighborhood I belonged to. Before I moved into this apartment, I was moving every 3-4 months, which was terrible in New York without a car or friends with cars to help. You have to experience it to really fathom it. Try paying $60 in cab fare to transport your life, with a cabbie who does as little to help you as he possibly can. And that's if you're lucky enough to be moving somewhere in the same borough as you lived before. Try moving from Manhattan to Brooklyn or Queens or from Downtown to Uptown. Of course, there's always U-haul, but try driving one of those things in Manhattan, I dare you. But I am lucky this time. My good friend is driving all the way down from Westchester to move me. I have to pay her for the gas, but we'll also be hanging out afterwards, so it will be all right.
Anyway, the situation being what it is, I'm going to leave most of my stuff in boxes while I'm there, so repacking will be minimal. I suppose I've paid some of my dues as a New Yorker, because not only is one of my friends work for Rapid Realty and hooking me up when Andy and I have to apartment hunt, but there is a chance my family will roadtrip to the city at the end of July for my brother's birthday, so I very well might get moved for free with extra man power. Today it will be just me and Allie, hauling it all up four flights into a stranger's apartment. I've yet to have an apartment that was fully mine. I've lived in dorms, sublets, and I've filled a vacancy in a friend's apartment. All of them were already furnished, already decorated, and I had to accomodate my needs to my roommates'. All I have to do is put in my time for one more month and I will finally have the blank slate I've been longing for.
Packing to move always involves taking stock of where I've been, where I'm going, and what I'm taking with me. Every time I move, I end up with less than I started with. Yet, as few possessions as I feel like I have, it is always startling to see just how much it adds up to when it's all stacked up together. The bulk of it is books, bedding, and clothes. As far as kitchenware, all I have is one plate, two mugs, a bowl, three plastic cups, and two french presses. My electronics are limited to a printer, an alarm clock, and a laptop. I'm leaving all my furniture, which is only a small end table, one old lamp without a shade, and a set of drawers. The loft bed is staying too, but it was already there when I moved in. I don't need my mattress, either.
I'm subletting a room in an apartment for the month of July until my roommate-to-be returns from California in August. Truthfully, I'm looking forward to the quick turn around. I get restless when I live in one place for too long. When I was a kid, my family moved about every three years, so I never really had one neighborhood I belonged to. Before I moved into this apartment, I was moving every 3-4 months, which was terrible in New York without a car or friends with cars to help. You have to experience it to really fathom it. Try paying $60 in cab fare to transport your life, with a cabbie who does as little to help you as he possibly can. And that's if you're lucky enough to be moving somewhere in the same borough as you lived before. Try moving from Manhattan to Brooklyn or Queens or from Downtown to Uptown. Of course, there's always U-haul, but try driving one of those things in Manhattan, I dare you. But I am lucky this time. My good friend is driving all the way down from Westchester to move me. I have to pay her for the gas, but we'll also be hanging out afterwards, so it will be all right.
Anyway, the situation being what it is, I'm going to leave most of my stuff in boxes while I'm there, so repacking will be minimal. I suppose I've paid some of my dues as a New Yorker, because not only is one of my friends work for Rapid Realty and hooking me up when Andy and I have to apartment hunt, but there is a chance my family will roadtrip to the city at the end of July for my brother's birthday, so I very well might get moved for free with extra man power. Today it will be just me and Allie, hauling it all up four flights into a stranger's apartment. I've yet to have an apartment that was fully mine. I've lived in dorms, sublets, and I've filled a vacancy in a friend's apartment. All of them were already furnished, already decorated, and I had to accomodate my needs to my roommates'. All I have to do is put in my time for one more month and I will finally have the blank slate I've been longing for.
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