h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Anyway back in late january around my birthday I was mulling over where to transfer. When I decided I was going to move to minneapolis/ st paul it was..... I like the school,I can afford to live there,I know my way around the city,I have friends there,my aunt lives there,I've got a circle there I know I'd like,fall & spring make up most of the year,there are natural bodies of water,a strong worker's rights movement,a large poly community,it's close enough to visit chicago & omaha (my hometowns) on a brief road trip,
there is alot of good local music,etc...so I decided I wanted to move there.I'm planning on moving by nov.

So lately I'm pretty much studying,saving up money to move,& packing -on the odd night when I can escape these things & my family -I usually go dancing or find myself at a poetry reading. Believe it or not I'm packing already-it takes a while to decide what paper children (my books & my own writing too)to bring along & which to sell,give to the library or send to that big recycling box in the sky. It's rather sad but I believe I'll keep almost all of the books I still have that I had as a little kid. except maybe the bio's on dag hammarskold (I know I spelled that wrong) & 'mrs. frank leslie'-I'm also having trouble figuring out if the journeys through bookland & ancient dr doolittle are actually mine & not my mum's.Regardless I think she'll let me visit them. there's also a few books on norwegian folktales I'm thinking I memorized during the adi learning norwegian phase of 3rd through 5th grades and maybe I'll send them to bridget?Trying to type all my old stuff onto disks without massive alterations is going to be hard & time consuming but ultimately helpful in space reduction.Who knows but that the inevitable alterations won't help.whee! the burdens of being overly sentimental.

I started cleaning out my closet, a project that will probably take most of my nights this week( well in between work & the attempt to keep the yard from eating my block) ...while trying to cull a couple days a go I realised i have eight pairs of shoes that I want to keep & four I don't (good condition but nevertheless debate pumps & gymshoes-two types of shoes I won't wear on a bet due to being both uncomfortable & ugly)there's also a pair of camel coloured riding boots in there my mother insists are mine even though I remember her buying them a the church garage sale for a quarter.she insists I got them the summer I was 12 when I learned to ride bareback-which also is not true-I learned to ride bareback at girlscout camp the summer I was ten using a pair of pink hightop chucks procured for 5$at belmont army navy surplus back when it was cheap.The mere fact I remember this proves I like shoes far too much. It also may have something to do with getting teased for pink shoes with horse poop stains on the soles in 5th grade. Maybe not.

I also realized that my closet is like giant unnecessary photo album-I got that the spring we did this for 2.00$,50 cents,bartered for?,at ....with ./....who ....at....with....in...grade...& that is the biggest problem -I still fit clothes I got in 4th grade so it's hard to say -I'll give this away/sell this because it has memories attached AND it still fits-well at least it fits my body-I'm not sure if a hot pink minnie mouse sweater ever really fit my personality ( I hope not)& I sure as hell never wear it-alas though it was a tenth birthday present I tossed in the giveaway/sell pile.or jeans we drew all over when I was fifteen that got cut into quilt patches last night,or that quilt I started making for em's baby l which is half finished (so I should finish it),or my pile of sludge lime green polyester stuff from when I was 16 (I kept the 1963 dress but not the pants,three shirts,or asinine tights all of which are total shrink wrap apparel),the one piece 1970's renee-ish dress goes to a kanar pile,but my dirndl from 5th grade(which i don't fiT anymore is put in the trunk of doom with a lone ballet slipper from when i was three,a shirt that says 'because I'm a blonde' in russian from age 11(even though my hair grew out auburn after i shaved it off),& about twelve t shirt fronts I keep meaning to make into a quilt from various political actions,camps,church cons,concerts & rallies-I even have a stupid riot grrl one with goofiness all over it-t shirts are the hardest as i almost never wear them -except for my four favorites & they are almost always a tshirt related to some really cool event a while ago-at least the ones I don't immediately get rid of are. Come to think of it ,the pair of jeans I'm wearing now I got second hand when I was 11-they were really big then & now they're just really comfy & totally innapropriate for any work-but then I don't have work today.& I get to watch buffy tonight.Yay goof off time.But I do have to eat another piece of yard today & also bundle up the books I'm giving away.

Other than that my stuff is really easy to put in a tiny place.well I do have too damn much cookware but really, if there is a kitchen it's easy to find space.And if I don't bring it along my mom can always find a use for it.besides other than a small iron pan,a tiny baking dish, four little green dishes,a whisk,rolling pin, a couple cups ,a decanter,some good knives,a pepparkakor mold,my breadmachine,my juicer,& a teapot I could care less -& I can fit that all in one book box if I leave out the breadmaker & juicer.my stewpot is dying anyway as one would expect after 10 years on a cheap tin stewpot.in addition all my furniture is foldable/stackable or easy to make again out of pallet wood with a small coping saw & my trusty,dusty hammer which fit into my
ittybitty toolcase.I believe that I can get rid of at least a third of my stuff.really if i got silly I could move everything in 1 & a half geo sized car loads & a rope for my mattress or one load & a bulk mailing of far too many books.yup,I've got too much crap.may the force of gravity be with me.I think I should get silly -I don't need this much stuff -it's an encumbrance.

It would be much easier to move if i was illiterate or didn't like to cook.But I like both too much to give them up now.

Well I'll be damned. I put in a search for Omaha and come up with you and the red headed boy blunder. So how the hel have you been? Still in NY? moved yet?

I'm in Boston now, been living the (not so) good life. Work, some school, and a very small social life. If your still alive out there e-mail me. [email protected]

and if your wondering wo I am this is Mike, steve's friend from Omaha. You know the big Freak with the blond hair and glasses.

whoops that's [email protected]