hello.

the new place is very nice, thank you. it’s full of stuff and almost everything we own. all of the outlets with two holes instead of three had conflicted with all of our cords which are mostly three prongs instead of two, but i think we have that solved now.

shake it, home depot, you beautiful big orange freak.

also,, there is no phone service there yet and hence, no internet. we have to drive over to the old apartment where i am now, with nothing in it but miscellaneous trinkets and computers and wall to wall carpeting, and maybe make phone calls but more often log onto services.

actually i’m just killing time waiting for the big salvation army truck. they’re taking away a couch (sofa) and two desks. and a rocking chair if i can weasel them into taking it. they weren’t very nice at all, over the phone. you’d think they’d be nicer, giving them this free stuff. maybe they think it’ll be a pain to get out of my apartment. but that would be presumptuous. i have all of my stuff out of and off of the desks. i’ve dragged everything to the door. it just needs a moderately stong person on either side. to lift and take down the stairs. i’d even help if they only can send one moderately strong person. it won’t be so bad. they didnt have to be so short over the phone, you see? so maybe one of the desks is really beaten up and i lost the key to the locked locking drawer. you can still set someone’s mighty equipment upon it, and it will hold the equipment aloft. that’s the definition of a functional desk, i think. and it’s sturdy, too. man..

hey, i’m hungry too.

i have to go back to work next week, so i’ll try to make this week good.

my parents are leaving at lunchtime for BWI. they’re going home but they’ve been a big help. thanks, mom & dad. i’m sorry that the 95 is a huge pain in the ass, most of the time. you should be okay, leaving before 1pm.

it’s mostly boring, in the old apartment. i hope i can get all of my security desposit back.

have fun maybe we will too, later today bye-
-your friend,
tim.

congratulations. i started my vacation today. i don’t have to go back to work until the end of the month. i have the privelege of moving during all of this spare extra extra spare time that i’ll have. maybe i’ll see the beach and the mountains and the theme parks while i’m kicking around, and have a chance to not move things.

the new apartment’s nice though. i even got to play ghost in a dark room during tonight’s impressive thunderstorm. sometimes i’m really very scary.

i hope it doesn’t thunderstorm tomorrow or sunday because i’m going to be completely exposed to the sky for the majority of the day while experiencing radiohead live. and the opportunity to experience such a thing may make up for downers such as being wet or burnt up red, but i’m into idealism, still.

i’ve got a lot to do if i’m going to be king by tomorrow.

if you ever have 8 billion years to kill

though the journey’s end is humble, simple, and really really small.

if i were to think of master tailors, i might have vague memories of mickey mouse with a tailor’s needle, something about flies in the jam on the bread, and a giant coming to town. this is from a children’s book i once had. but

i never would have thought of my very own hands, and how delicately skilled they must be, to bring a wayward button back to its home, so so beautifully and completely. a stitch that takes several breaths away, each floating above needle points of their own.

and i think that if i should ever tie a thread to just one of my many fingertips, my spool endless, and left at home. that as i would travel, the whole world would become taut behind me. populations laughing at their silly grudges. problems and dilemmas lost forever beneath a single monumental stitch.

and when i took the parade route back home, i would take the thread end from my fingertip and knot it at the spool, and earth would rejoice in unison, singing -Nous Sommes du Soleil! We can see (&are we not one?)

when & if, just remember this button. because at the party, when i’m wearing these shorts, i probably won’t tuck in my shirt, so you won’t be able to see it there.

g’night,

today i turned off the lights without asking.

today i put a glass in the dishwasher. without asking

today mom told me to get 40 square feet and i almost did but forgot to ask.

today i was optimistic instead of pessimistic and supportive instead of sympathetic. or no. too much logic not enough emotion? i dont know because i thought i was sympathetically supportive but no one cares about solutions.

obviously i’m the problem.

are denim shorts still in-style? not cut-offs.

here. these:

i need to know if i should give them all to the salvation army, but being as i’m such a trendfucker i need to know if they’re still usable in my wardrobe.

don’t worry. if it turns out they’re lame and i need to give them all away, i have some of these khaki colored ones with all the pockets that i’m pretty confident about, so it’s o.k.

thanks again, hey.

while in houston, at the first hotel which was the resort and not the second which was known for throwing away perfectly good once-used little bars of soap and replacing them with brand new bars of soap wrapped in barsoap wrappers that are a pain in the ass to remove once you’re already in the shower and wet, i managed to smuggle a sewing kit.

the sewing kit contains 6 colors of 4-5 foot thread, i would guess, along with a 2-inch sewing needle, a 1/2-inch safety pin and two tiny clearcolored buttons. i smuggled the whole thing by wedging it into my suitcase, between my second blue company-issue polo shirt and my personal orange three-button shortsleeve.

it wasn’t very difficult at all, to tell you the truth. and i’m beginning to think that maybe they wouldn’t have been all that upset even if they knew about me taking the little tiny sewing kit with me. it was on the bathroom counter, anyway.

so now, after all of this time, which has been downtime for this pair of shorts i have where the button popped off without warning. now i can finally return that button to service.

i just have to remember everything i learned in 7th grade home-ec. i think the ec. stood for economics but i’m not sure. it was the “around-the-house” class we needed to take anyway. maybe it’s a small town thing. people look at me weird when i talk about taking a class in 7th grade like that. we just learned to cook and sew things, is all. i made a stuffed camel and a led zeppelin sweatshirt and a few nasty cakes, i think.

also, i’m back in richmond now. and this theatre downtown is playing “this is Spinal Tap!” and hey maybe i’m feeling cheeky.

when we went to austin last week we saw helms and the album leaf and american analog set and i liked them all but album leaf the most probably because we were sitting down and i didn’t have to constantly think about how my feet hurt and i’d rather be sitting, but i did think too much about how everyone around except for us was standing and were we keeping them from getting closer to the stage because they were concerned about blocking our view? did they think we were really very cool for bucking the norm?

it was nice though. i bought a book that it turns out i already had which is very strange seeing as i don’t own very many books to begin with so to buy one by accident that i already own is mentionable. it was really good. the floating opera by john barth. thanks kevin. my book isn’t as pink and yellow as yours. i’ll send it along to someone who will appreciate it a lot since people are nice enough to do the same.

to everyone in the world thanks for being as home as i am and if i can repay you someday i’ll try my best to. bye/