Bang Your Gavel (REDUX)

6.3.2019  (first posted this week 2003)

I’m moving, right, so everything in the apartment is in total flux. Thank Jeebus I got a good setta speakers on the Mac and a ton of mp3’s, ‘cause the stereo’s been packed deep in a cardboard box with a wadded-up ream of that blank newspaper, a bulk pac of powdered soup, all the coasters in the joint and the few comic books I’ve deemed worthy of keeping. Do you purge when you move?

I’m compelled to purge. Remember that compressed-air bike horn I bought and fucking loved for about a week? Cocksucker had to go. (MS Word didn’t underline “cocksucker” like it did “Jeebus,” “setta” and “pac.” That makes you think, yes?) The horn made the move from Chicago to ‘Frisco, and from the old joint to the new one. Ain’t gonna make it to the next one, though. Neither is a huge box of Tupperware, half of my Macintosh collection or a cool, vintage raincoat I got for ten bucks in Old Flagstaff back in ’89. My relationship with a lot of my clothes has run its course. I’m purging about 40 T shirts, numerous pants, shorts and sweaters, as well as a legion of socks. All told, the donation pile filled a car. Add to that the stuff I threw away and you might think I’ve purged most of my stuff. Nope. I still got some thirty-odd boxes, bed, couch, book cases, blah, blah, blah. Good thing I don’t have a basement full of junk. Or an Attic. There’d be no end to the junk I’d amass.

Tricked a few of you (Alan) with last week's Find the Reference! Some of you math geeks saw through it.

That’s all for now. Packing. Busy. See you at venue!!

Tonight - Orbit Room - Solstice Celebratio .
(as the earth orbits around the sun, so too do we orbit around the room)

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!