Creighton sent these United States of Whatever links:
Original
Bush Remix

ding ding ding ding dong dong - translation: WHATEVER

i almost shit my pants laughing so hard

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visited the Guggenheim this afternoon with Oliver, then had a frozen stroll through Central Park and a long sleepy F-train home. had a lot to say about politics and a few comments on the types of art I enjoy, but am too sleepy to recall any of it now.

started reading Wesley Clark's book Winning Modern Wars: Iraq, Terrorism, and the American Empire. you've all seen Michael Moore's endorsement of the General, right? of all the Dem candidates, he's the one about whom I've got the best gut feeling. more research required.

how is it that every girl on staff at Johnny Macks is a goddess?

after almost a month, my stuff will be here tomorrow. no more sleeping on the air mattress. huzzah!

plus:
- finally have DSL and wireless at home
- removed the aircon unit from the window that was causing the bedroom to feel like an icebox in the morning
- found Atkins candy bars at my corner store
- have apparently been to Katina's often enough that I'm getting a local's discount
- enjoyed a fine dinner (bacon-wrapped scallops!!! and bok choy) and excellent conversation at Pinky's last night, with Sean and Rebbie

minus:
- my stuff is still in the mover's warehouse in SF, so I'll be sleeping on the air mattress for another two weeks

all things considered, I'm not doing too badly.

tunes: White Zombie

relaxing on a slowly leaking air mattress in the bedroom of my new flat in Park Slope. think I might be allergic to the fake cashmere blanket I bought today. coughing every minute or two. will probably have a hole in my throat by morning.

feeling... overwhelmed. lonely. maybe a little scared. I keep thinking that I'll roll over and wake up in my bed in San Francisco, where everything's just as I remember it, and days pass according to patterns and routines long established. everything's an adventure in New York- getting around the city, figuring out where to buy certain things, even simply finding a meal. maybe part of getting older is increased difficulty coping with massive change. my last move was so easy and fun. I had stars in my eyes. never longed for my old home, especially not in the first week.

that's not to say I'm not enjoying myself. my friends have been showing me a great time. I've seen a movie every day since I've been here. twice this week I have stumbled home at 5-6am after a long night of partying. the staff at the diner around the corner are already getting used to my lo-carb routine. so it's not all doom and gloom. I know I'll feel better about everything once my stuff gets here and I'm surrounded by familiar things and have somewhere comfortable to hang out. I'm just surprised at how much harder than expected this adjustment is turning out to be.