Thursday, November 3, 2005 | by nathan

The First Post From The Office…

I was over at mom’s house dropping some stuff off, so I picked up another load of books - all the ones I could carry, which was most of my philosophy books from college. Everyone who had Dr. Lewis - remember how most of the reading he gave us was mostly things he photocopied from his own collection so that we could see his margin notes and where he had underlined and double-underlined? I have far fewer philosophy books than I remember. I think they just looked bigger on my tacky old Wal-Mart shelves that I had in my apartment with Gabe. When I moved into mom’s house for the last time in December, I bought a new shelf to store all my theology and religion majorey books, so God knows when those are going to get to come over here. It’s good that Brian and I live in the same town as all my stuff - I would have hated to move that whole bedroom at once. As it is, I am getting to take things slowly, to move a load at a time, as I get the old loads put away. This is nice. I got an old office chair out of John’s room the last time I was there. It rolls nicely over the hardwood floors. I like that in a chair. So here I am, for the first time, writing a blog post from my office. Moving Van People is staring up at me from the shelf down there, and I know that soon I must pick it up and give it somewhat of a makeover so I can send it to agents and publishers. Also, QAF is missed, and I must get the final shit together to get that rolling again. "So here I am, on the raggety edge…" Here is a picture of the office I just took a second ago: As you can see, it’s still as yellow as…a…really….yellow….thing…. But that is going to change soon. Three brown walls, one accent wall that will pop behind the bookshelves. Yes, I said pop. Yes, I watch too much HGTV. I think my favorite thing so far are my pictures of my friends. There are two great pics from Tish and Jon’s wedding - one of me and Tish dancing like spastic white people, and another of me and Woody. On a shelf below that is a picture-wire-flower-thing that has pictures of: Bryon and Erica at Erica’s 18th birthday party, me and Summer circa fall 2001 after we had a leaf fight, a picture of me and Erica at Chelino’s on her 21st birthday, a picture of me and Liz hugging over Christmas 2002, and my favorite one: a picture of Woody, me, Tish, Jon Crossan, and Katie Parker on top of Hanging Rock after we hiked up there over Labor Day 1999. You know - six years ago. ::wipes brow in confusion:: I love this room. I’m surrounded by things I love in here: good incense, great books, people who love me, even if they are only here in picture form, and, of course, in spirit. My family got me this fabulous quilt for my 25th birthday, and it is around this that I am decorating this room. Here it is with two accent pillows I have to go with it: I love this quilt not only because it is gorgeous and smells nice, but because it comes from a company that gives micro-loans to women in India so they can start their own business, be financially free of the patriarchy, and extricate themselves from the caste system and having to work in a Wal-Mart factory for thirty cents an hour and two days off a year. I call it my Fight The Man Quilt. Also, it is beautiful. Aah, but enough about me. How have you been? Really? oh, that’s great. Listen, I’d love to chat, but I’ve got to run to meet some people for karaoke. You know, social engagement, blah blah blah, I’d rather be here with you. No, I mean that! Really! Stop crying. Stop crying. Stop. Stop. Thank you. See what happens when you make me hit you?** **nathan’s other personalities sincerely apologize for that last part. Here’s a pretty picture of a lady: