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About time I put a new entry up, and I didn't even have to bleed from uncomfortable places to feel compelled to do it.
I'm moving again, for anyone who hasn't gotten the memo yet. This really is on a ~1.5 yr schedule but ah well, I don't mind so much. I am moving to San Francisco with my concubine Jacob (god knows what he's going to have to bleed from to update his lj) and Agatha, his delightful cat-wife. The plan is an exciting one: we will buy a sailboat, spend however long learning to sail while working in the city, and then sail off to go do cool stuff in other places for awhile, hopefully warmer*. Although this idea and dream did not originate from me, it seems like a very natural progression for my personality and *cough* moving history. The ability to actually carry my home on my back to just about anywhere in the world I want to go is a pretty staggering one. A big downside is that I own a giant amount of stuff which I have meticulously collected over the course of years and will have to get rid of a lot of, and store the rest. Really, the thought is somewhat freeing in a way I wouldn't have believed. I mean, I'll go through all this and manage to get rid of a small percentage of what I actually own, but that's still a sizeable amount. It's nice to consider how cluttered I've made my life and be able see it in simpler terms. I'm not counting chickens here, I'm knee deep in eggs, but the distant horizon is somewhat bright.
The move happens in the beginning of September. We're starting off by spending a week in a sailing school in the Bellingham area, and then staying with a friend while boat shopping. It being the end of the sailing season and with the nation feeling a little strapped for cash, that's a good time to hunt this prey. We're already seeing nicer boats enter our price range now as compared to three months ago.
This leaves the embroidery business in a bit of a hiatus. Ideally, I would like to rent a closet in the city somewhere to run it out of (I'm not putting a $6000 machine on a boat which could fill with water in my clumsy hands) but I'll have to take some long looks at justifying cost before doing that. Seeing as I've spent the last year with the thing sitting idle for the most part, I may just put it in my mom's keeping until my living situation becomes a bit less.. fluid. The upside to this is I can focus on creating some of the comics which have been clunking around in my mind for the last decade.
The long and short of it: Excitement. Adventure. Romance. Hell yeah, man. Come on down to my new pad, I'll take you sailing! (In a few months, not right away. No need to drown my friends straight off when I'm trying to impress them with being a gypsy pirate.) And on that topic, Luka, there is no way I can own a One Piece pirate flag, and live on a boat, and not have these things follow a natural progression. I think Jacob suggested hanging it from the mast first, actually. I'll send pictures.
*So, Northern California, contrary to what I had believed about California, is freaking cold. I mean, California's a long, high state, and San Francisco is a bay. The wind blows in, it's cold, there's no mystery here. It was still quite a system shock to be in California in May and have to buy a scarf and jacket with which to warm myself. Oh, you California postcards with your bright sun, gentle palm trees, and spotty truths.
I'm moving again, for anyone who hasn't gotten the memo yet. This really is on a ~1.5 yr schedule but ah well, I don't mind so much. I am moving to San Francisco with my concubine Jacob (god knows what he's going to have to bleed from to update his lj) and Agatha, his delightful cat-wife. The plan is an exciting one: we will buy a sailboat, spend however long learning to sail while working in the city, and then sail off to go do cool stuff in other places for awhile, hopefully warmer*. Although this idea and dream did not originate from me, it seems like a very natural progression for my personality and *cough* moving history. The ability to actually carry my home on my back to just about anywhere in the world I want to go is a pretty staggering one. A big downside is that I own a giant amount of stuff which I have meticulously collected over the course of years and will have to get rid of a lot of, and store the rest. Really, the thought is somewhat freeing in a way I wouldn't have believed. I mean, I'll go through all this and manage to get rid of a small percentage of what I actually own, but that's still a sizeable amount. It's nice to consider how cluttered I've made my life and be able see it in simpler terms. I'm not counting chickens here, I'm knee deep in eggs, but the distant horizon is somewhat bright.
The move happens in the beginning of September. We're starting off by spending a week in a sailing school in the Bellingham area, and then staying with a friend while boat shopping. It being the end of the sailing season and with the nation feeling a little strapped for cash, that's a good time to hunt this prey. We're already seeing nicer boats enter our price range now as compared to three months ago.
This leaves the embroidery business in a bit of a hiatus. Ideally, I would like to rent a closet in the city somewhere to run it out of (I'm not putting a $6000 machine on a boat which could fill with water in my clumsy hands) but I'll have to take some long looks at justifying cost before doing that. Seeing as I've spent the last year with the thing sitting idle for the most part, I may just put it in my mom's keeping until my living situation becomes a bit less.. fluid. The upside to this is I can focus on creating some of the comics which have been clunking around in my mind for the last decade.
The long and short of it: Excitement. Adventure. Romance. Hell yeah, man. Come on down to my new pad, I'll take you sailing! (In a few months, not right away. No need to drown my friends straight off when I'm trying to impress them with being a gypsy pirate.) And on that topic, Luka, there is no way I can own a One Piece pirate flag, and live on a boat, and not have these things follow a natural progression. I think Jacob suggested hanging it from the mast first, actually. I'll send pictures.
*So, Northern California, contrary to what I had believed about California, is freaking cold. I mean, California's a long, high state, and San Francisco is a bay. The wind blows in, it's cold, there's no mystery here. It was still quite a system shock to be in California in May and have to buy a scarf and jacket with which to warm myself. Oh, you California postcards with your bright sun, gentle palm trees, and spotty truths.