Newness
People hate change, but love new-ness. A new haircut. New… clothes. Way of life. i.e., New Years!. What a contradiddlyction. But like fashion, new-ness is just a facade, the lie that something is created out of nothing emerges from the razzle-dazzle of glossy magazines and glossier Urban Outfitters lighting. What was old becomes new… like the ’90′s, at the mo’. Come thither, thou scrunchies, thou shoulder-padded feminists, and nude beige shades of the past…
I cannot wait.
Um, the point was to celebrate my MOVING IN to a new place to-day. This evening. Although, it’s not much to celebrate… it is a single roomed unit in a mansion in Greek Row. An *OLD* mansion… no point in getting excitable; my room is small and to me, who has had the luck and pleasure of living in some interesting apartments with some lovely ladies, it will be a poetically Baudelarian experience (if phrased dramatically, with the hint of English-major pretentiousness) and I will bemoan the bare threads of my living accouterments as “What I only need”, a “conscious” way of living, “freeing” myself from unnecessary luxuries and thus, dangers of consumerist behavior (although, I cute tea set in my imaginary apartment with its imaginary kitchen would probably please me to no end for frivolous reasons we will not discuss).
Baudelaire, him and I? Our angsts have touched follicles, via Avatarian mind merge
It’ll be refreshing, though: to be free of social constraints in the privacy of my own … er, room. Place. My ex-roommates were cool enough to have their own separate lives– er, work, boyfriends, errands… but you never know, people have mostly shown to be particularly butt-hurt and sensitive when it comes to a “hello” or “goodbye”.
Baudy knows. He’s done away with all those silly willy nillies.
Graciousss
April 13th, 2010 at 12:38 pm
WTF so you have a new address. Good thing I waited to read your blog until just AFTER I had mailed the mofo’ing Christmas-in-July package to your now OLD address?????? Hell. Please tell me there’s someone you know still living there because it had PRECIOUS JEWELS in it (in a sense).