Wow. It’s been a long time since i’ve moved in an unbelievable rush. Actually, i remember the biggest rush. It was 1997 and i was trying to move into the coops. And Dean Desrochers was being Dean Desrochers and refusing to let me move, because i was only a second semester first year and i needed the proper environment for my education (as though the drunken puking frat boys were the proper environment). So, i begged and pleaded and then did my research, only to find out that they had overbooked midyears by a hundred so i convinced him based on logic. Only problem is that i convinced him at 3:30PM and he told me that if i had returned my keys by 5PM, i was allowed off campus. Like the angel that he is, my dear friend Glenn picked up garbage bags and his car and came a runnin’ and we booked through my room in 1.5 hours.

This time, it took more like 12. But i have a lot more stuff. And now, i’m in PA with a large Ryder truck full of stuff, cause i have a lot of stuff. Of course, home is the only place that you can always take your stuff, even if you intend to be homeless for months on end. Ah yes, the power of a digitla life.

Now, i am just longing to finish the thesis and start booking through this intriguing country – off to Fusion and Burning Man in less than a month!!