The last few weeks have not been boring - wrapping up the last of my Isla Vista commitments, moving into the new apartment, staining and finishing bookshelves, and remodeling two studios at KCSB. All of that coupled with the fact that recovery takes a bit longer than it used to from moving six boxes of books, two couches, a bed, a bookshelf, a coffee table - essentially two full U-Haul’s worth of stuff - up a flight of stairs. My back is still fairly upset with me. Not to sound like a crotchety old man, but the days of being able to bounce back from these sorts of things seem long gone.
But were almost done moving into the new apartment, which is a beautiful place.
Despite being on the a fairly busy street, it’s surprisingly quiet. I’d like to think that I deserve a place like this after having given Isla Vista a good ten years, but I know life doesn’t work on deserves. I’ll still take it.
My favorite moment in the move was dealing with the cable company. We decided to forgo the cable television, and rely simply on the broadcast television, the internet, and Netflix for our media fixes. The Cox Communications representative, a company who’s name I believe to be a deliberate misspelling, asked me if I wanted to pay $59.99 to have someone install our internet - a fee they would have waved had we decided to also get cable television. I would not be charged the $59.99 if I connected the service myself - if I thought I could, as the representative put it, “figure it out”.
In order to avoid that charge, which is more than the monthly cost of the service itself, I needed to attach these two items together:
Occassionally, I do get accused of being a techno-snob, but I’m not exactly sure how one could not figure this out. Maybe trying to screw it into one’s ear, or navel, or an electrical socket (none of which worked, by the way). In any case, this post should be proof enough that I can vote, drive, walk while chewing gum, and connect our cable modem. Eat your heart out Koko.
