Occupy Austin, Hallowe'en edition

Moving house

Yes, I got this photo from the web.  It's MY HOUSE.

You knew it was coming.  I had to change the blog title.

I'm going to be changing the url, also.  The new address will be shutuptexas.blogspot.com.  For a few days, I'm going to leave it where it is, just to give people a bit of a heads-up.  Maybe I'll try to hang onto both for a while.  I still plan to do No Dairy January in 2012, so if you're here for the anti-cheese stories, hang in there.  It will be extra-fun trying to avoid cheese in the land of tex-mex.  (Shut up, Texas!)

It's only fitting, since John and I made an offer on a new house last week, and we're now in that lovely period of back-and-forthing with the sellers.  They are nice people, and the house is in incredibly good shape.  We like it.  We should close around the first week of December, and have the rest of the month to get out of the apartment.

So, all three of my followers: love you!  Come with me to the new place.  And come visit me in my (real-life) new place. We don't have any furniture, but you can help us scrape the popcorn off the ceilings.

Occupy Austin

I went to the first Occupy Austin protest yesterday.  I was going to go to the one in San Antonio, but I was on the way downtown when I heard a report on the radio saying that the Occupy San Antonio group was going to march to various locations around the city, and one of them is the large corporation that I work for.  Heh.  I decided to go to Austin.

I got to Austin City Hall around 10 am and stayed till after 6 pm.  It was really, really fun.  I took about 700 photos, and I saw a lot of people with a lot of hope.  I have to dig pretty deep to find hope in myself, for my own life and for the lives of future Americans, but yesterday felt good.

I got sunburned, I ate an awesome sandwich for lunch, I walked around Austin, stopped at Whole Foods on the way home for cookies, wore myself out and slept like a rock.  Woke this morning and heard rain drizzling outside, so I slept for a few more hours.  Went to work in a decent mood, and--surprise!?--had a pretty decent day.

I didn't get the job at the bookstore, so I'm going to have to resign myself to the hotel.  I guess it could be worse.  I work with good people.  I work indoors, in decent clothes, for relatively fair wages and benefits.  I don't practice enough.  I'll figure it out.