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continuing adventures
Oct. 7th, 2005 05:29 pmAfter working at school until 11pm, you need to have some adventures.
* riding through the night in the back seat of a convertible with a pint glass of stout and a yellow bandana
* buying pints of CB's El Destructo (delicious with lime) at the Mex for A and B
* riding with rob, and the new mix cd
* a new record for number of co-opers in the hammock at the Lux (four)
* Doug receiving public humiliation from Lux bartender after attempt to charge a $1.50 tab (for one PBR) to a card
* falling out of the hammock, onto a rock
* streaking south plymouth avenue (doug)
* conspiring to jump into the river, but not actually doing so (thank goodness)
* being asked directly whether i am bisexual (no)
* yummy thai food with(out) the physics kids on a drizzely day
today's heroes of the revolution are:
*![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hypostatization, just because.
* Rudy, who just appeared at my (adopted) office door and gave me a pizza
* whomever (Ross?) found the snazzy mailbox thing for the co-op
a literary interlude:
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
[those two stanzas of T. Roethke's The Waking were written in a wandering ribbon across the ceiling of my room (Xanadu 2!) at the Oscar Wilde House (or, appropriately, in poem form).]
a pretty picture: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nibot_lab/2005/10/07/
* riding through the night in the back seat of a convertible with a pint glass of stout and a yellow bandana
* buying pints of CB's El Destructo (delicious with lime) at the Mex for A and B
* riding with rob, and the new mix cd
* a new record for number of co-opers in the hammock at the Lux (four)
* Doug receiving public humiliation from Lux bartender after attempt to charge a $1.50 tab (for one PBR) to a card
* falling out of the hammock, onto a rock
* streaking south plymouth avenue (doug)
* conspiring to jump into the river, but not actually doing so (thank goodness)
* being asked directly whether i am bisexual (no)
* yummy thai food with(out) the physics kids on a drizzely day
today's heroes of the revolution are:
*
hypostatization, just because.* Rudy, who just appeared at my (adopted) office door and gave me a pizza
* whomever (Ross?) found the snazzy mailbox thing for the co-op
a literary interlude:
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
[those two stanzas of T. Roethke's The Waking were written in a wandering ribbon across the ceiling of my room (Xanadu 2!) at the Oscar Wilde House (or, appropriately, in poem form).]
a pretty picture: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nibot_lab/2005/10/07/
