I'm in love with Massachusetts when it's cold outside

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I am spending my first night in my new apartment.

It is very much an apartment in progress. There are still-packed boxes everywhere. My books are in the library, stacked against the wall with the closet: there are over fifty boxes of them and they weigh just half a ton, according to the springs of the truck my brother brought them over in yesterday. I had to open three different boxes in the kitchen in order to assemble the pot I warmed tonight's chowder in, the oversized mug and the spoon I ate it with, the water glass on my windowsill and the mug from which I am currently drinking tea. (It has Greek fir honey in it from Follow the Honey, because nineweaving when she gave me the small spinet desk at which I am now writing said no one should ever give a cradle empty, or a desk.) I am sleeping on an air mattress borrowed from gaudior and rushthatspeaks until Friday when the futon mattress I have ordered comes in. I have to be awake and dressed earlier tomorrow than feels medically advisable in order to let in adrian_turtle's movers at ten in the morning, because of logistics. There is no art on my walls, I have no bookcases, I'm going to need to clean everything, and the closet built belatedly across the corner of my already small room is one of the most unhelpful architectural features known to man. My clothes are all in garbage bags.

It is very good to be here.

These are all the songs my computer seems to know about living in Boston. Admittedly I'm in Somerville, but I haven't got any songs for that specifically besides the ENSMB. Anyone know any? Want to write them?

Willie Alexander, "Mass. Ave."

You might see an old friend or run from a ghost
On Mass. Ave.

Jonathan Richman, "Roadrunner (Thrice)"

I can see the whole Boston harbor from where I am
Out on the rocks by Cohasset, in the night

Human Sexual Response, "Marone Offering"

I met you on a Rat date, Rat date by the river
The bonfires on the Fenway stretched away forever

Consonant, "That Boston Life"

They slept sweet on a dirty floor
Just once in that tiny flat
That first night of sirens

The Dresden Dolls, "Boston"

New York will still be there in the morning
Come back to bed, my darling

Samantha Crain & The Midnight Shivers, "Devils in Boston"

Mama always said Devil'll meet you at the railroad tracks
I ain't seen nothing but the subway here in Boston

Amanda Palmer, "Massachusetts Avenue"

Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime
Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall
You don't have to go home in a straight line
You don't have to go back home at all

Emperor Norton's Stationary Marching Band, "Davis Square Double-Time"

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Jonathan Richman's "The Lonely Financial Zone" and "Government Center".

I don't have the first of those! (I didn't post "Government Center" because I didn't want to overload anyone on Jonathan Richman, but it's also possible that's simply not a rational concern.) Will hunt up and listen.

I'd enjoy seeing pictures of the place, but I also completely understand if you don't want to post them online.

I'd post if I had a camera! My phone is strictly for calls and texts and it's never given me much of a problem before, but I am currently without access to digital photographic technology and therefore I cannot brag about my well-spread bed (temporary mattress or no) with Doppel-Abbie on the pillows* or the way the desk fits into the corner of the walls. The rest of it is a mess, because it is a very small room and I have not unpacked anything in common space because I am waiting on adrian_turtle's stuff, but I'd have shown off if I could!

* Doppel-Abbie is a black-and-white tuxedo stuffed animal cat discovered on Friday in the process of packing. He resembles derspatchel's own Abbie to an uncanny degree and was mistaken for a real cat by waitstaff at Mr. Sushi in Arlington. He's become sort of the presiding spirit of this move. I have pictures of him, but only in my old bed in Lexington and at the restaurant last night.

[edit] All right, this is Doppel-Abbie in his formerly natural habitat. (Actually, I suspect he would be happy to haunt Mr. Sushi again.) He has eyes, they're just hidden in the plush. Right now, he's on my bed next to the 1905 signals diagram I still need to frame. Also my calendar. I need nails and shelves.

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This all sounds amazing.;) In terms of music, I've got "Boston" by Augustana and "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" by the Dropkick Murphies (natch)...otherwise, I believe all my Bostonian music comes from you. Will drop you a line tomorrow, probably, with links...

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Will drop you a line tomorrow, probably, with links...

Yay! Thank you. I don't think I've even heard of Augustana . . .