Crushing Krisis

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Archives for August 2001

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I’m not sure i could quantify our moving just in numbers, or even in words, but it involved five primary housemates, five special guest-lifters, five fabulous locations, one mom with a pre-cooked dinner, and approximately twenty motrin consumed in under four hours by three different people. Oh, and two practically moved into new apartments: one without electricity and the other without a phone. All in all it should make for an interesting weekend. But, speaking of hurdles, now i have to give our powerpoint presentation, empty my old apartment, carry it all up the stairs to my new apartment, and go back to the old apartment to drop off my keys. Oh, and carry my mattress and box spring up to the fourth floor… but i’m trying not to think of that right now.

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I’m scattered right now, and i’ll edit this all (somehow) later, but i just wanted to post some moving stuff while it’s fresh.

Yesterday the universe conspired to have a different cosmic actor stand in on my part, and i saw all of the potential i have as a physical being burning through the blinds i usually keep drawn on any amount of tangible power i have.

I have never really been in a physical fight; i often wonder how i’ve managed to avoid it. I was certainly a prime target for picking on all through grade-school and beyond, but i’ve never had to defend myself from anyone before. So, to me, a split knuckle is pretty strange… a wide bloody red grin out at me from my right thumb.

Sometimes i get a violent urge, and it makes me wonder if we’ve all had guerilla warfare hard-coded into our genes. In the same way i went into “Hulk Smash” mode on Wednesday while packing, yesterday i again and again found myself lifting things twice as heavy as anything i’d ever be caught carrying otherwise, and in one instance virtually tossing my stereo down a flight of stairs.

Something else i’ve never really done is a stamina-intensive activity. I’m not exactly lazy: i’ve been known to walk all the way from my apartment to my house carrying bookbags and guitars and things (which is pretty much the span of metro philly – a nice walk), i enjoy pickup games of ultimate frisbee, and riding my bike might be my favourite thing to do outdoors other than sit on a swing. However, i am not someone who’s especially motivated by sporting competition or someone who’s self-motivated to do personally rewarding things like jogging and daily exercising.

What motivates me is a result. This is blatantly obvious at work, where i quickly attend to tasks with a numerical ending point or a specific goal, while ongoing projects like entering folders and proof-reading reports are left to be buried under the mess of my desk. So, asking me to clean or pack when i know i can move whenever i want to is futile, but if you put me up against a deadline and with five other people i turn into captain motivation. That is, i’m at least captain motivation until my legs turn to jelly from shuttling box after box up to the third floor of our new apartment. But, now the job is halfway finished, and i just have to leap a few more hurdles before i am home free.

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Update: I just got off the phone with the Players House contingent, half of whom i am moving in with. As it turns out, the other half of them are locked out of their new apartment and their stuff is already in the truck, so it isn’t looking too good for my lonely queue of furniture (or for Matt ever being able to squeeze past it to get into the bedroom, as i nearly had to grease up to wedge myself back in to go to sleep (and lets not even touch upon the mess on my bed…). Moving is always an adventure, and i just keep reminding myself of that every time my heart gets a little fluttery thinking about all of the stuff i have to move., and i just have to keep focusing on the fact that i think we’ll have Living in Clip in triplicate. Ani will make it all better….

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So, i won round one of the apartment war, but just barely. Basically, it got to the point where i needed to walk the larger object to the door and all of the smaller objects were in front of the door. I don’t have an exact recollection of what happened, but it was something like “Hulk not like clutter! Hulk smash!,” and the next thing i knew i had lifted my bureau clear over my head and was wading through a pile of sheet music (which is omnipresent wherever i live) & neck ties (not all packed, as it turns out) out towards the living room. Don’t ask me how i lifted it over my head (i took the drawers out, but it was still plenty heavy, not to mention unweildly), or how i fit it through my tiny hallway (which also was inhabited by a coffee table and a floor lamp at the time), or how it wound up in line for escape right between my battered black desk and my couch. All it know is, there is a line of furniture as deep as my apartment all queued up and ready to roll.

(Meanwhile, i don’t even want to contemplate the couch… all i remember is that it took grown two men (who weighed nearly four times as much as i did at the time) half an hour to get it up three flights of stairs. I have the vague recollection that it involved a lot of spacial geometry and machismo, neither of which i seem to be in possession of today (“Hulk Smash” interlude excluded, of course). And, it’s a damned ugly couch, too.)

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Right about now you’re thinking something along the lines of “Wow, dude is so pathetic that he’s worried about being offline for four days. On a holiday weekend. I wonder if he could buy a life somewhere.” Either that, or “Wow, dude is so pathetic that he’ll do anything to get out of packing. Doesn’t he realize that it all has to get done eventually no matter what order he does it in?”


Your mileage will vary; feel free to indicate by how much ;)

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