lonely yogi

although i haven't left the apartment today, and i haven't done any packing either, i at least have practiced my headstands and they're going swimmingly

give them me

move out day two

the corpse of this apartment terrifies me

most hated activity

moving has replaced going to the dentist as my least favorite activity. when i was cleaning out the kitchen, i felt like someone had died. when i was trekking back and forth loading things into my car, i felt like a ghost. i have an intense crying headache and some severe form of angina. of all former 102 residents and guests, i am the last in the chalfonte.

move out day

worst day of the worst week. how do you survive without your best friend? it's been four and a half hours and i feel inconsolable like i'll never be whole again

ensom

i'm going to drink until i become rational

better days

me, hobbes, calvin

1995, the most traumatic year of my life

shoe boxes

it's been days of packing my most beloved things and i feel endlessly sad

i hate moving

i feel like i'm in craigslist hell and my tendency to anthropomorphize every one of my belongings is making reducing and packing a living nightmare

do you suffer from decision fatigue

Willpower turned out to be more than a folk concept or a metaphor. It really was a form of mental energy that could be exhausted.

trying times

exempting myself from this day

fairy chess

black forest craftsman

i think all the mis-direction in my life would be solved by building my own cuckoo clock

doe

Some party more than others, but we are all very respectful

Everyone living in this building is young with idiosyncratic treasures hidden under layers of gorgeousness.

Of late, my life has been directed into the sole effort of finding a new place to live, because i am moving in less than two weeks. housing has been another life thing to compete for, with tons of people vying for the spaces that don't suck. i've made two offers and have been rejected by both, but i believe there are better places out there. looking for housing is a funny thing where you're welcomed into a stranger's home and seeing how he lives and trying to imagine how you would live in such a place. and both parties are sussing each other out, trying to eyeball measure the amount of crazy that lies beneath. i've wandered apartments all over town good for passing sad hours in small rooms, a loft in the ghetto full of garbage and incense, a little pinocchio house in the hills with an overwhelming smell of yoga, an apartment in west hollywood of russian boys, an aged house full of dusty horse statues and a eerie ghostly woman for a housemate. conversely, mrs. tuckersman and i are attempting to sell the bulk of our furniture. We've lived amongst our things for years - and now we're trying to send them away and the strangers are also coming into our home and we welcome them. we're disappointed when people don't want our things and we're disappointed when they do.

a length of dough

rooms and shares

i'm moving out at the end of the month, destination uncertain, and it feels like everyone else in this entire city is on the move as well, destination uncertain

sounds

there are always strange sounds in the chalfonte. there is always the sound of rushing water gushing in torrents through invisible pipes. my subletter embick was the first to notice that the refrigerator sings, letting out subtle electronic pings of two high pitches at regular intervals. and at least once a year a great tornado imperceptibly picks up the chalfonte and lands it in new york. i hear film production men hollering at each other and clapping for one another and causing a general annoying racket and outside my window and all the cars have become new york taxis and police cars and firetrucks spinning their red lights through the night through my blinds. and into my disco

i amsterdam

love this cake

hard summer

i went to this rave last night and when it ended at two am the narcotics dogs were still working their shifts, sitting sleepy or sprawled out on the floor sleeping.

vinnie pooh

i was very moved by this in billboard form

can i fly fireworks on the fourth of every single july

jeraldine

a lady at work is trying to help me find life direction over our lunches on the second floor patio. she was born the same year as judy garland was, and in her heyday she was a chic new yorker who always wore high heels and smoked a pack a day and lived two weeks at a time in the beverly hills hotel.

kalan лол

goodnight moon

cat power - naked if i want to

back to regular programming

yet another strange thing i've been introduced to through a usc career center job posting here

homeless in september

im thinking about being a nomad again