September 4th, 2002



the meet. some of you want to hear about the meet.

it was swell! hot out but we were in a shady spot so the fact that i decided to forego sunblock did not result in any second-degree burns.

i liked almost everyone there and even the one i didn't like so much was merely obnoxious and not offensive. well towards the end this one did ask another one a very awkward question but that was not offensive so much as embarrassing. i doubt the one i didn't like so much will ever read this but who knows but i can almost guarantee that if you are reading this you were not the one.

bh was kind enough to pick me up at an oakland bart and then we both tried to figure out how to get there. all we knew was that the park was 'up there' and that if we went far enough towards north berkeley and then turned directly uphill we were sure to run into it.

we were right.

k and d did a bangup job of organizing and catering.

for the most part everyone behaved. contrary to reports there was no twister or strip poker or jello.

it was delightful meeting m.

it was very nice meeting j and i should have talked more to j but i was feeling a bit shy.

it was great finally to meet w and t. and b and s of course. b is even more handsome in 'person' than in pictures. and t, contrary to t's own self-estimation, is nice looking.

and it was really swell running into those i'd already met on various other meet type occasions: k and e, k and d, c and d, sk.

there were goodie bags but i haven't eaten the nutella yet.

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    accomplished accomplished

what about all play and no work

so orange micro tells me that apple system profiler often has a hard time correctly identifying installed pci cards and that probably the usb and firewire ports will work just fine even if my computer thinks that my computer thinks they are ethernet ports because apparently my computer doesn't necessarily really think that.

meaning that i have a firewire camera with drivers in a box just to my right and it might actually function with my machine but as i have dedicated myself to working this week i am not supposed to take it out of the box and try it out yet.

instead i should read foucault or deleuze or the essay on blood meridian or land of little rain by mary austin. as i have outlined before the specter of work is always a little frightening as i have become obsessive and driven when i get going which is always a little exhausting but also a little risky. i mean who knows what conclusions i might come to if i set myself to thinking about something.

no that's not really it. my conclusions are rarely startling so much as the reasoning that gets me there is usually provoked by something startling and dangerous. to me personally. and so i have to rush in with words because if i don't i might be defeated forever and always. hence the obsession.

i've gone on about this before. talking about it doesn't make it go away.
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    worried worried