Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
S*** I Don't Need
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I packed most of my belongings today. Michael made brownies, remounted my old corrupted disk image from months back so I can copy the important stuff off it, and helped load the van. Zack loaded, twiddled with, started, and drove the huge, clunky old van that my landlord very kindly lent me, and he and I unloaded it at my new place. My new landlord gave me a rice cooker. I drove us back.
I still have a sedan trip or two to make before the end of the month, but at least the hunk of it is over.
I won't have Internet access at my new place for a while, so for weekends and nighttime phone will be the best way to reach me.
The title references a Janeane Garofalo bit. "When you're moving, a month before you start packing. The first few nights your boxes are neat and labeled. 'Books.' 'Clothes.' The night before, you're throwing stuff in boxes, scribbling, 'S*** I DON'T NEED.'"