Saturday, June 02, 2007

Notify TNY of Change of Address

It's on the top of my to do list. As I am moving house.

Blogging about TNY is pretty near the bottom. But when the dust settles, I'll be back.

11 Comments:

Blogger Jeepers said...

Hey, ZP, I'm moving this week, too! Throw away as much as possible, that's what I'm trying to do. I just do not want to unpack boxes of bent photographs of roadside scenery circa 1987, lone socks, paperback mystery novels, floppy discs, and old purses. xo

10:43 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Delicious said...

Welcome to the Have!

12:11 PM  
Blogger zp said...

Good luck, Jeepers. So smart, the unpacking *is* worse than the packing, in some ways.

I have a hard time throwing away, but I had multiple thrift store loads and got lots of timely pick-ups (and some spending money) from Craigslisters and Freecyclers.

I'm only 3 for 5 - ruthlessly gave away the mystery novels, even those with the beautifully lurid covers. Little sis took the best of the old purses. Most of the socks found their matches (or close enough for jogging purposes) . . .

I'm pointedly ignoring the floppy disks.

But I'd keep the photos. Your very description makes me want to see those photos right now!

And thanks for the welcome, Mrs. Delicious. I have to say, I'm finding New Haven kind of delicious already and I'll be at the Downtown Cityseed market on June 20.

I'm actually leaving town already next week and need to get some writing done before I go . . .

So some of my unpacked boxes will remain so for awhile. Lurking in the corners . . .

2:05 PM  
Blogger Patrick said...

I love throwing stuff away. Personal evolution is what it's all about.

In about a month, I too will be moving into a new place. I was cutting pictures from my mom's older New Yorkers that I plan to later use to decorate my new pad. 3/25/02, however, defies slicing. It has a long piece from Jeffrey Goldberg on genocide in Kurdistan and an impressive Lane piece. I cannot find the Goldberg piece, but the Lane piece is here. I think I'll forever live in nostalgia for that wonderful day, March 25, 2002.

3:54 AM  
Blogger zp said...

Slicing! Ouch!

http://ihatethenyer.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html

May I recommend using whole pages? For a slew of historical reasons.

11:01 AM  
Blogger the chocolate lady מרת שאקאלאד said...

Ah socks!

Archibald, his soul bubbling within him like a Welsh rabbit at the height of its fever, sank into a chair and stared sightlessly at the ceiling. Then, rising, he went off to the Burlington Arcade to buy socks.
The process of buying socks eased for a while the turmoil that ran riot in Archibald's veins. But even socks with lavender clocks can only alleviate; they cannot cure.

PGW, "The Reverent Wooing of Archibald"

10:54 PM  
Blogger zp said...

Tonight, it's too hot for socks.

1:01 AM  
Blogger IF THE BIRDS KNEW said...

i just found you by total accident and I LOVE YOUR BLOG...i feel the same way...

10:11 PM  
Blogger zp said...

Welcome!

My posts have been a bit slight lately. But maybe I'll be able to give the upcoming issue (which everyone is quite excited about) a thorough going over.

11:08 PM  
Blogger juniper pearl said...

we all moved at once, apparently. what a funny little synchronicity. i didn't throw much away, but that's probably because my possessions underwent massive thinning when i moved last year.

12:20 PM  
Blogger zp said...

Funny thing, jp, just after I relocated to New Haven I visited some friends in Boston and the whole time I was there I kept thinking, Oh, juniper pearl is somewhere round-a-bout here but now I guess you were not.

8:57 PM  

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