2007-02-16
2007-02-14
It's Almost Just Begun
We're selling the apartment here in New York (as referenced within the pictures posted earlier). Unfortunately, the closing was postponed from today until next week, so I'm actually going to have to fly back to NY on Thursday.
But here's the deal: We leave tomorrow, driving down. We're going to shoot for Nashville, Tennessee by the end of the day, and then arrive in Dallas on Friday evening. Thursday we fly back, and then drive the other car down too. So we're going to have to drive the trip twice.
The driver of the truck (we filled a 26 foot truck) will arrive on Saturday morning, and we've got a few guys coming by to help unload. Then, Saturday evening, the Time Warner guy will come by and hook us up with some cable modem action.
Currently I'm stealing wireless bandwidth from someone nearby in the building, it's a pretty good connection when it's up, but sometimes it drops me.
I'll be checking in with more pictures over time. Tomorrow, look for a shot of the Murano that we'll be driving down, and shots of scenery as we fly by in a two-day flurry of travel.
But here's the deal: We leave tomorrow, driving down. We're going to shoot for Nashville, Tennessee by the end of the day, and then arrive in Dallas on Friday evening. Thursday we fly back, and then drive the other car down too. So we're going to have to drive the trip twice.
The driver of the truck (we filled a 26 foot truck) will arrive on Saturday morning, and we've got a few guys coming by to help unload. Then, Saturday evening, the Time Warner guy will come by and hook us up with some cable modem action.
Currently I'm stealing wireless bandwidth from someone nearby in the building, it's a pretty good connection when it's up, but sometimes it drops me.
I'll be checking in with more pictures over time. Tomorrow, look for a shot of the Murano that we'll be driving down, and shots of scenery as we fly by in a two-day flurry of travel.
2007-02-13
2007-02-01
Robert Anton Wilson
Robert Anton Wilson died on January 11th.
Robert Anton Wilson at Wikipedia
rawilson.com
His last blog post, from December 19th:
I think that deep down inside, despite all of his enlightened agnosticism, he still hoped that after death he would be reunited with his beloved Arlen, somehow.
Amal and I once woke up at 5 am on a Saturday so we could get to the city in time, to some school in Harlem or thereabouts, for some New Age festival, just to see him speak. He was in a wheel chair. Afterwards, I had an opportunity to walk up to him as he waited for his van outside the school, and I couldn't, because I didn't want to bother him, or somehow upset him.
I will re-read all of his books, and watch the documentary about him, again, once we unpack in Dallas.
I regret not shaking his hand that day.
Robert Anton Wilson at Wikipedia
rawilson.com
His last blog post, from December 19th:
"Various medical authorities swarm in and out of here predicting I have between two days and two months to live. I think they are guessing. I remain cheerful and unimpressed. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread. I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying.
Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd.
RAW"
I think that deep down inside, despite all of his enlightened agnosticism, he still hoped that after death he would be reunited with his beloved Arlen, somehow.
Amal and I once woke up at 5 am on a Saturday so we could get to the city in time, to some school in Harlem or thereabouts, for some New Age festival, just to see him speak. He was in a wheel chair. Afterwards, I had an opportunity to walk up to him as he waited for his van outside the school, and I couldn't, because I didn't want to bother him, or somehow upset him.
I will re-read all of his books, and watch the documentary about him, again, once we unpack in Dallas.
I regret not shaking his hand that day.
"And the phone went dead with a sudden dull click like the last sound Hemmingway heard when he put the gun to his head and said, ah, shit, now, not any other minute but this minute, right now."
- Robert Anton Wilson, "Thirteen Choruses For the Divine Marquis"
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