…for a few more hours, at least. My employer’s London office is fun. Great camaraderie amongst my coworkers, and lots of welcoming introductions the last few days.
Today I try the never-before-attempted feat of working the morning in London, flying to New York, and spending the evening (overnight GMT) moving out of my old apartment. Wish me luck.
Just a public service announcement from here. Oh, and do yourself a favor and start using more than one or two passwords for the dozens of sites you visit. Access to your data is more vulnerable than you think.
My brother got me thinking about the cost-per-annum expense of the furniture and appliances I’m selling as I move out of my old place.
I lived uptown for five years, and my furniture at the most was that old (some pieces far less). Factoring in what I get back for the items, even as I sell things cheap, I make out OK:
Item Retail Resale Yrs CPA
Bed . . . . . . . . . . . . $600 $150 5 $90
Dining table and chairs . . 250 50 5 50
Wall unit . . . . . . . . . 350 150 5 40
Dresser . . . . . . . . . . 120 10 5 22
Microwave stand . . . . . . 100 25 5 15
Bedroom lamps . . . . . . . 110 45 5 13
Coffee table . . . . . . . 50 10 4 10
Vacuum . . . . . . . . . . 60 20 5 8
Foyer table . . . . . . . . 40 10 4 8
Even the expensive stuff, like the bed, comes out under $10/month. Not bad.
That $150 wall unit is a steal, by the way. And wait’ll someone buys my $950 sofabed for less than three hundred bucks.
Doonesbury has been covering the weblog world this week. The run has been amusing, and plenty linked in the blog world, of course. Tuesday’s strip is the most pointed (and my personal favorite).
Kurt Cobain in a 1992 diary entry: “Hope I die before I turn into Pete Townshend.”
Eighty-eight comments (many of them useful) on Jason Kottke’s off to New York thread. Oh, and Jason: Island Burgers. Must go to Island Burgers.
On Madison Avenue, at lunchtime, on the east side of the street, between 56th and 54th Streets: my friends’ friend’s ex-fiance, Peter, who unsurprisingly did not recognize me; a fair-skinned, red-haired woman adorned with a bindi; and Carlos Santana. It was an entertaining walk.