... a thing of novels, a thing of the past. Funny how I've seen at least two in Berkeley in the past two weeks. What a concept: a gathering of people for no real reason excep that they live near each other.
We spend a lot of time in my ISF 100D class talking about the internet and how it has changed / is changing society. There is a plethora of chat rooms or groups that one can join based on similar interests (even if that is just an interest in hooking up). Many sociologists worry about the loss of real day-to-day interaction. While that may be partially true, it is heartening to see block parties happening in the pleasant summer evenings.
Maybe the world is changing, but the old world isn't gone yet.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
from yogurt to paint
Well, it didn't ACTUALLY start with yogurt. It all started when I was practicing Cradle music in CRH and she called and asked "What are you doing RIGHT NOW?"
From CRH to my apartment, from making prop/sound lists to chatting, from cooking real food to eating yummy edibles, from Yogurt Park to CRH, from taking out the flats to cleaning paint supplies, from arguing on the bridge to calling out a last reminder to "be safe."
That's a productive day. She saved us a lot of money by finding paint that's still usable, I saved a couple of paint brushes from total disaster. It took an extreme amount of self-control to not clean up the whole place, but then we would have been there all night. Literally.
So for now, four flats lie on the floor, paint supplies dry on the steps, and piles of messes wait to be organized.
I guess that's what we're doing tomorrow. I love how the first Friday I'm in Berkeley is so eventful. Who says there' s nothing to do in Berkeley?
I get good yogurt, and I get my fix of OCD/general craziness. And I have an awesome friend/coworker/partner-in-crime/fellow conspirator to share it with.
Life is good.
From CRH to my apartment, from making prop/sound lists to chatting, from cooking real food to eating yummy edibles, from Yogurt Park to CRH, from taking out the flats to cleaning paint supplies, from arguing on the bridge to calling out a last reminder to "be safe."
That's a productive day. She saved us a lot of money by finding paint that's still usable, I saved a couple of paint brushes from total disaster. It took an extreme amount of self-control to not clean up the whole place, but then we would have been there all night. Literally.
So for now, four flats lie on the floor, paint supplies dry on the steps, and piles of messes wait to be organized.
I guess that's what we're doing tomorrow. I love how the first Friday I'm in Berkeley is so eventful. Who says there' s nothing to do in Berkeley?
I get good yogurt, and I get my fix of OCD/general craziness. And I have an awesome friend/coworker/partner-in-crime/fellow conspirator to share it with.
Life is good.
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