Here in Eugene. Trip went fairly smoothly, though without much sleep.
The town is a lot bigger and urban-like than I'd thought. I'll do just fine here. They have bumper cars in the Mall. BUMPER CARS.
Typing this from a Full City coffeeshop. On wi-fi pirated from another coffeeshop about a quarter of a block away. Tried to do this whole thing at a Starbucks that's much closer to the house, but instead of free wifi they're just a "Wireless hotspot" which means you need a Wi-Fi account from T-Mobile and I'm pretty sure you get charged. Yeah, that's worth it. Pfah.
The apartment/micro-house is nice, but with quirks. The kitchen sink is overenthusiastic. There's a shelf in the fridge missing. The bathroom door requires manhandling to close, but the bedroom door doesn't close at all. A couple windows are missing the screens and from somewhere nearby there's this intermittant but regular high-pitched beeping. Upside, I'm right across from the Planned Parenthood building and right next-door to a Woman's Aid/Wellness center. And as we all know, the first type put out and the second are vulnerable, so I'm in a great location. To pick up pregnant, emotionally damaged women. Sweet. Neighbors seem ok.
Shop is closing. Later.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
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Glad your move is going well. Make sure the beeping isn't a dying battery in a smoke detector. I had worse issues with internet access and ponied for the T-Mobile just for something. It does cost something (too much, I think, unless you have your phone through them or something. But it is reassuring that it always can be there, since Starbucks really do seem to be everywhere. Thanks for reminding me I need to cancel or they will automatically charge me for another month.) Our move is going okay. We're finally where we'll be, and I've been frantically trying to furnish the place. The landlady and workmen have been fixing all the little run down things: sticky doors and windows, weird plumbing issues and the occasional gas leak. She's nice (the landlady, I mean). The place is kind of cool, too. The ceilings of the rooms are at odd angles, and there are extra little perches that would require a ladder to access, I guess for decorations originally, or to enclose closets, but with nothing there it feels like a modern version of those pueblos stacked up the sides of mountains.
People here are really friendly, in a businesslike way. The rate of information exchange is faster and I feel a little slow and clumsy. People are patient, though, so I have time to adapt. I've had to do a lot of driving on oddly organized freeways, with a combination of skilled, considerate drivers, patient or impatient normal drivers, and aggresively psychotic drivers in expensive cars.
Is it very rainy there? You can probably reach a lot of blackberries nobody else can.
Where've you moved to?
The landlords still haven't gotten around to fixing the little issues yet and, since I'll probably be meeting people at some point, it'd be nice if they did get around to it soon, as I'd like guests to be able to close the bathroom door.
I'm a big fan of angle-filled ceilings and coves and perches are the kind of thing I'd like a lot more of in architecture, though I can understand why they fell out of favor, being such permanent installations in the home and all. I want a pueblo-mirroring home, now that you mention it. The layout would be... soothing, I think.
The people here are friendly, in a... non-tense way. In the Twin Cities, people were polite. They'd interact and be helpful, but wouldn't approach, make eye-contact much, and would tense a little when interacted with initially. Here, talking with a stranger seems a non-issue. It's not quite being treated with a level of familiarity, but it's somewhere near.
Apparently, it will get very rainy. Instead of winter, they have a fall that refuses to end. I'm looking forward to it. And it's true, I can reach blackberries no one else could ever hope to achieve, less through length of arm and stretch of torso, and more through a bloody-minded belief that simple tasks should be something I can accomplish, so damn the thorns, I am getting me that berry.
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