June 9th, 2004

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the universe is conspiring

I am not a believer. I don't believe in a god or supreme being(s) or directed energy in the world, beyond the energy of the conscious beings IN the world. I don't believe in fate, astrology, a guiding hand, predestination, or any other concept that means basically the same thing.

I believe that occassionally someone gets lucky, but more often, what looks like luck is the result of hard work that most people don't know about, like the person with the perfect job probably worked a lot to develop the skills that got her that job, and she's worked hard to keep the job interesting and challenging (or however she wants it). Sure, sometimes circumstance doesn't cooperate, but that doesn't mean the universe hates me, it just means that the details aren't what I want them to be.

Today, however, I am having a hard time not feeling that the universe is conspiring in my favor. I have a new home that feels like a fabulous fit, and I was this close to not getting it, but the opportunity clubbed me over the head and here I am. I was recently expressing my desire for my bed to be higher and tonight when the people moving out of the room I'm moving into came to move their bed, they didn't want to deal with getting the boxspring out of the room and asked if I wanted it? Why, yes, thanks! It means I will need to deal with the boxspring when the time comes to replace my current bed situation or move to Peru, but... big deal! Things are going my way!

Ask, and you shall be answered.

So, tomorrow, I think I'll talk a little bit about what I'd like to do for money this year :)

Oh, sure, look in my bag

As most everyone has heard, Boston's mass transit option, the MBTA will randomly searching riders and their possessions later this summer. I think this idea sucks, and I plan not to cooperate if they ever want to search me or my stuff. I may also stop carrying my driver's license when I'm riding.

There have been lots of other ideas, my favorite of which is from miss_chance: dildo protest.

To quote miss_chance:

"So, from this day forward, whenever I take the T, I intend to carry at least one, maybe two, large, silicone dildos.

"I believe that the argument that "if you aren't carrying anything illegal, you have nothing to worry about," denies our basic right to privacy, which I believe being searched while carrying "objects of a personal nature" will clearly demonstrate. Or, maybe it won't do anything. I'm white and female, so my chances of being "randomly" searched are low. Still, I have to do something, and it's the best I can come up with on short notice.

"You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in carrying a bag of dildos and walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day, I said fifty people a day walking in carrying a bag of dildos and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

"And that's what it is: the Big Black Dildo Anti-Invasion-of-Privacy Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar."

I'm probably too cheap to carry an expensive silicone one with me, but... a cheap, bright pink one might do the trick for those days when I don't feel like I have the luxury of time to go to jail. I'll have to visit Grand Opening soon. And then I think I'll have to put it in a ziplock with the text of the 4th amendment printed on it.


One of the great things about moving into an already-occupied apartment is that, although my room is in chaos, the apartment itself is already a home. This means that I don't have to worry about every single little thing right away, like installing a shower curtain and buying toilet paper. Instead, I get a pre-fab home, and although figuring out all the quirks and details and arrangements of said home is still work, it's just not the same level of exhausting.

That said, tomorrow, I will be moving stuff from my uncle's basement, which will, in the end, give me more stuff to work with, and, I hope, stuff to put that stuff on (like shelves and such), which will mean I can actually start the work of moving in (I'm kinda in a holding pattern at the moment), which will be tiring, but good. And, praise my luck, the weather will be cooler (and wet, too, but who cares?). Hooray!