did burning man. still uploading pics. maybe i’ll tell some stories. ; )
socket has been making me sack lunches for work so i don’t spend all my monies. tastyzilla.
just registered for a four credit harvard programming class for the fall symester. woo-scury!
looking forward to bryan’s visit in oct. i would look forward to seeing pete too, but he’s a pygmy baby hippo that doesn’t know how to type kayak.com to find tickets.
this was a “i thought this was real” dream. pete and i were driving to some event we were late for, and he wouldn’t slow down even as we started up the steep incline of the raised zakim bridge. (ya, i know it’s not a drawbridge, but it was this time.) i was saying, “whoa, stop.. hey, it’s up. stop stop stop! ahh!” we went over the lip very obviously without enough speed to make it to the other side. i was thinking, “no. .. yes, this is really happening.” we had time while falling to look at each other, roll up the windows and unbuckle ourselves. (they were good ideas in the dream.) i even decided my camera was too heavy to swim with, so i took out just the memory card instead. the impact was soft, and his little car floated. we opened the windows, paddled to the bank, high-fived, and started the car. it was fine.
i visited pete in seattle (with bryan who came up from cali) over the past weekend plus a few days. it was so …. testosterone filled. we ate way too much bacon and drank beer constantly. i feel a bit lethargic after that, but i’m back to my bike (which was still parked at the airport), and my blood is degreasing itself now.
i got to meet another old friend while in seattle. becky hoppins was one of my teen talent festival friends for several years, and then….. we’re saying hi again when we’re 30. it just happens like that without any planning i guess.
at night lit by streetlights. i’m starting get comfortable asking people if i can shoot them. it’s easier if they’re already asking for money and i pay them.
the guy next to him: “Why don’t you take a picture of me? …. What, I don’t look homeless?!”
