Thanks to Andres, Ari, and Alana, I’m mostly moved into the Acetarium. People’s who name did not start with "A" were also invited to help but, for a number of reasons, universally failed to do so. Mika, Micah and myself (Mako) helped load the truck in New York. Andres also helped in New York. This was unfortunate for the purposes of alliteration but was appreciated in general.
So far, it is treating me quite well. Mika arrives tonight.
There are three things that relate to my home that I think I should mention.
Some people have asked me about the name of The Acetarium. In Latin, acetarium means salad. Clint has was taken back and asked if I lived in a salad. Of course, this would be ridiculous. I don’t live in a salad. I live in the salad.
It turns out that I was incorrect in my previous post. The building that I live in does have a name and that name does include a definite article. This is above the building’s threshold:
In fact, the full name of my apartment is:
The presence of two definite article makes me happier than many might imagine.
If you live in Boston, there are a couple upcoming events at The Acetarium you might be interested in. The first is a Grand Opening (i.e, house warming) which will be on the evening of Saturday the 17th. Mika and I will be making sushi so if you want to help or learn, you should show up early. This is an open invitation and I would love to meet new people in the area but please call ahead and please make sure I know you are coming.
We’re also planning a party for folks displaced from Seattle. Perhaps with geoduck on the menu and certainly with other Pacific Northwest drinks and dishes. If you have live in Boston and miss Seattle, you should come.