As I use the funkiest blog program around, see you all from the new place.

Unplugging now....

"Daisy, daisy, give me your answer true!"

I'll tell you one thing: I don't need any more fucking junk. I thought the books were bad enough, but the amount of pointless things I've accumulated in five years of living at the Heber is astonishing.

The Fall has come early this year.  This morning as I was crossing Main to get to the train I could smell it in the air.  It had rained last night--not the hard sudden rains we get in late August punctuated by lightning and thunder, but a slow steady, chilling drizzle of rain.  There was a breeze coming down from City Creek Canyon, but it didn't have its customary late summer smell of pine, but had the sweet smell of wet, decaying leaves.

In our times it seems like we aren't really affected by the weather, save if there is some cataclysmic event like a hurricane, tornado, or what not.  We are all sealed away in our air conditioned, relatively bug free boxes, where we invite rain forest plants to cut the dull urgency of the architecture. 

Now I will not rant that our technology has cut us off from nature, since, I believe, it hasn't; it only attempts to cut us off--to fool us into thinking that we have some control over the cycle of seasons and affects of a little rain or a lot of hot, dry sun.  The weather is still there and we are very much still the creatures that we always were--full of loves and lusts and hates and joys and despairs.  No amount of psychoactive medicine (a sort of protective architecture itself) can protect us from ourselves.  The fault is, perhaps, buying into the lie that our very modernity protects us from being what we are and will somehow both protect and save us from the world. 

You can't blame anyone, of course, for wanting a little relief from tortuous extremes of temperature--weather that could, and does, kill.  I guess it is just important to consider the implications of our modernity.

Well after quite a search I found a new house. It isn't downtown like I wanted it, but that is simply because everything in the Avenues or University areas either was scary (as in run-down, worn-out, beat-up, rat-infested), rented within minutes of listing, or had landlords worse than my current jack ass landlord. You know it is a bad thing when the person on the phone whines at you about previous tenants. Luck would have it that the guy of the new place seems quite reasonable. I suppose it can happen.

Anyway the place, if we (as in potential roommates and I) decide to take it, is pretty decent--over in Sugar House and it does have a view of Mount Olympus. I suppose living on the southeast side of the city will be good for a change. I've lived in the Avenues for so long now that I know pretty much everything.

It will be a nice break in routine, I should think.