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<Chevron> j0, nother hurricane in the Gulf of Mex

<Exxon> STFU!

<Chevron> d00d, seriously

<Exxon> Fux0r, will it hit land?

<Chevron> dunno, mabye

Dear Lazyweb,

I'm looking down the throat of another cross-country move, and with gas prices climbing, I'm wondering about the cost of moving ALL THESE FRICKIN' BOOKS.

I estimate we have about 4000 pounds (possibly 5klbs) of books, but I keep finding stacks of law books, each of which weighs about a bajillion tons. Paying the same amount to ship a box of books as, say, a plasma television or a chaise longue seems a little absurd, and it seems that the shippers tend to lag the moving companies when reacting to fuel expenditure increases.

What I need you, my darling lazyweb, to tell me, is if it would be materially less expensive to box the books up and ship via FedEx, USPS, UPS, etc. I don't mind boxing books -- it's about the only moving task that doesn't make my skin crawl. I would prefer that the shipper be capable of coming to my apartment and picking up the boxes, because I'm very lazy.

I've had a quite pleasant time in SFO so far, talking to a couple people about jobs. It's interesting going back to "employment" after doing a couple years of independent consulting. First of all, there's the brute money aspect. Thinking about dropping my gross income by 70% feels shocking¹, and the idea of working for a salary -- not being "rewarded" directly for working 50, 60, 70, or 80 hours a week -- has become nigh incomprehensible.

I get the feeling that this is turning into my travel calendar at this point, and should just publish my iCal calendar I use for that purpose.

I'll be back in SFO from next Wednesday afternoon until Friday morning, which means I'll have a Wednesday evening and a Thursday evening free. Beers must be had, wine must be drunk, sake may be consumed. I can't be too hungover Thursday, but if my pores reek of tequila on the flight back Friday, the only person who will care will be the one in the seat next to me.