Concepts in the Paradox

I am now 49.71% unpacked. The desk, TV, cabinets, and clothes are assembled and setup. All I have left is the huge bookshelf furniture wise, but I don’t know where to put it.

I have pictures, but alas, I am missing the USB cable to the camera. Why doesn’t my fancy camera have Bluetooth?!

I now have DSL. I plugged it in and off it worked without any issues. I was downgraded to 1.5/384k service because of the location relative to the central office.

I shopped the Haight and picked up some fancy smelling soap, as well as some tools at the local hardware store. This area is so small-town, I think everyone knows everyone here. I feel like an outsider.

I met another neighbor, the guy upstairs. That makes two neighbors that have said hello to me, including the cute hippie girl next door.

Tomorrow I’m going to an art show with Jill. I’m hoping to pick up some inexpensive local art to put in the front room, hall ways, kitchen, and bathrooms. I have so much wall space it’s incredible. I think this place is much larger than the pad in the TL was.

I am now 71.65% packed. 30 boxes so far, I’m not sure if that is more than last time or not, but I keep thinking that I have less stuff.

On the way home from putting food in the new apartment I walked by the Powell BofA ATMs and noted a pack of indigents trying to break into the ATMs. I kept walking, but now I hear sirens. Never a dull moment in the TL!

I am now 52.8% packed. The big challenge today was taking the sofa apart. It comes apart into 4 pieces to fit down the narrow birdcage elevator, but the guy I hired to assemble it last time did some wonky stuff. I’m not a carpenter, but does a bolt really need 8 washers? I think not, and so the sofa took most of the day to take apart.

Today it was hot, so all the SRO dwellers in the TL were laying out on the sidewalk like sausages baking in the sun. Surreal.

To battle the mid-day heat, Jason came by and we watched an air conditioned Spiderman 3 movie. If you are thinking about seeing SM3, save your money. I’ve never watched writing as horrible, or directing as bad. I know moving making is hard, but maybe hollywood should hire some people from the Academy of Art? It would be an improvement.

So far moving has been an adventure.

Friday, 10AM, Tenderloin District Police Station.

“I would like a no parking permit for Mason St.”

Officer in charge of permits: “Oh the old Olympic Hotel eh? There used to be a “massage parlor” in there if you know what I mean.”

Me, making conversation, said, “Yeah, the prostitutes used to crawl up the fire escape and go into the units downstairs.”

The permit officer replied, “Were they hot?”

My reply well, let’s just say…

TENDERLOIN PERMIT: DENIED

Friday, 5:30PM, Mason St.

“Excuse me sir,” I said to the construction forman who is doing all the work on my block, “Do you mind if I park here while I’m moving out?”

“No problem, and thanks for asking.”

BEING A NICE GUY PERMIT: APPROVED

Saturday, 3PM, Parkside district Police station.

“I would like a no parking permit for Carl St.”

Officer: “Here is the form, that will be $129 please.”

PARKSIDE PERMIT: APPROVED

I am 40% packed, the movers are arriving at 9AM on Thursday, and my PTO has been approved.

Things will move smoothly, no?

Life is a tad busy at the moment, stay tuned!