Monthly Archive: September 2009

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moving: how do YOU stay sane?

What I thought was crunch time was not crunch time. This is crunch time.*  Yesterday was spent mostly packing items away and marking items for the trash.  Our building’s trash area was open in the morning while Fiesta DC was...

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moving: closet zero

Wow. As I said on brightkite, I honestly never thought I would get to this point. My closet–after coming out of it–ended up being a catch all for just about everything else that doesn’t normally see the light of day....

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dating: there’s an app for that

The other day MM told me about this new app for the iPhone from Intelius called Date Check: “Date Check is like having a private investigator in your purse,” John Arnold, co-founder of Intelius and executive vice president of business...

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food: don’t call it a farmers market

I don’t mean the title of this entry to sound hostile, but since becoming a huge farmers market fan I feel like the name is being abused. I enjoy going to a farmers market with produce stands, meats, cheeses, local...

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what I will miss: my perch

Right at the top up there in the middle. That’s me! The (current) lair of the urban bohemian. After getting out of that horrible roommate experience 5 years ago, I was really kinda lost. I’d already given up my car...

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spam: ARE YOU STILL ALIVE ???

A delightful bit of spam* seen while making the afternoon e-mail check: Attention Beneficiary: We write to confirm if there will be any response from any of your relations concerning what we just heard from a man named Mr. Paul...

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what I won’t miss: trash

I thought I might have a “what I will miss” entry before another of these, but having taken the day off work to try and get a handle on the clutter and pack some more items, this is really grinding...

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what I won’t miss: elevators

These will be some quickie entries in a series about the less tangible parts of my move. The packing and the apartment hunting and all the things I’ve had to actually do are sometimes worthy of an entire entry, but...

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time: birthday week, birthday week…

I am still deriving far too much pleasure from adding whatever word I like after “birthday” and singing it to the tune of Birthday Sex by Jeremih.* I was lucky (?) enough to hear this song during brunch at Tonic...