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The great “hey, we might move” crisis of 2009 seems to have been resolved. D’Youville, after letting Ang go in April, officially offered her a new job earlier this week. Had that position not come through our options were moving where a position existed (NYC area) or liquidating our assets (read: junk) on Ebay. Each option had its charm but I think that ultimately I’m happy with the way things worked out.

I didn’t realize how much the uncertainty was bothering me until it disappeared. I feel like I have a modicum of control over my life for the first time in months. From January on we didn’t plan anything past the June wedding. After the wedding we didn’t plan anything because we didn’t know where home was going to be. Now we can finally look forward a bit. I’m pretty damn happy about that.

Wedding stuff:

bobandangela.org is finally up and running, albeit not too attractive & without much content. I’m taking Friday off work to take care of a bunch of stuff – maybe I’ll have a few minutes to pretty it up.  Invites should be put together by Friday night & sent by Monday.  We’ve got totally cool James Mitchner stamps.  I don’t know anything about Mitchner, aside from occasionally seeing his books wedged into the bookcase at Carey’s, but he looks a bit like a cross between The Dude & Dick Cheney.  Scary.

Beer stuff:

I’ve updated the long neglected homebrew section of theneedle so it now lists the stuff I’ve brewed since August.  I switched over to Promash at that point & forgot to enter things on-line.  I need to get better about record keeping.  I’m never going to know how strong that Bretty Cherry Saison is.  Boo.   Other beeriness, I’m headed to a friend’s place for a tasting Saturday night.  Should be fun & it’ll be the public unveiling of the Double IPA Tim & I brewed.

Buffalo stuff:

There is a meeting on Community Gardens at the Science Museum tomorrow.  I’m going to try to make it, assuming my pointless meeting in the ‘burbs doesn’t run too long.  Also, what the hell is up with the Sabres?  Don’t they know that without the playoffs I have no excuse to hang out at a bar, every other night, until sometime in June?

Music:

New Dalek – Meh.  Newish Mogwai – Meh.  Newish Animal Collective – not as shiny after a few listens. New Fire On Fire – good, but it makes me feel dirty, like I’m listening to something I shouldn’t.  New Black Dice Tracks – Reallllly good.  New Pan*American – meh.  It seems that I want to listen to either minimal stuff or wacked out early Butthole Surfers stuff these days.  What does that say about my mental state?

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Assuming I understand the city’s website, the above map (sorry its so rough, I only had a few minutes) shows all the properties up for auction next week.  Is anyone in the market for an East Side?

I remember heading downtown for something.  Maybe I was going to work with my father?  Maybe it was some event at the Aud?  I was too young to be heading to a baseball game at Pilot Field.  Whatever it was, I was fascinated by the mural on the crumbling building at Genesee and Oak.  It stood out as a point of brightness in a drab downtown.

Every time we went downtown I was excited to see it.  I stared out the window as we traveled down the 33, waiting.  Seeing it meant that we were there.

Well shucks, a mere 25 years later, its almost here.