Most days I love being a catalyst.
Some days it’s crap.
The pounds per inch is pretty high today.
Had an amazing time in Seattle with Libby and Chris. Made new friends, rehashed with old ones, played games, drank (copious amounts of) wine, made food, and lived.
Will tell more about it later, but for now just know that my flight got in at 3a and I had to be to class by 11 with homework to do first.
3 papers and 1 presentation to do and I’m done with my undergraduate degree. How weird is that?!
Thank god for small reminders.
I sleep best in white spaces with the sound of trip-hop (or post-rock), rain, and traffic.
Tomorrow is the job hunt. (did you know they have a listing for just lawyers who do science and technology in Seattle?)
Also concerts, games, lots of food and wine. People I love, people I will love, and the possibility of controlling my own life.
See, I’ve always relied on other people to direct my energy. I have so much of it. And I’ve never been good at controlling myself, deciding what to do, if I don’t have others around to be my conscious. This time is done. My passion with focus is renewed (or simply sparked?).
I’ve come to the realization that my quest for self-sufficiency and independence is legitimized through zombies.
Must keep a full tank of gas in case of zombies.
Must keep in shape in case of zombies.
Must learn how to shoot a gun in case of zombies.
Must know how to drive a manual, ride a motorcycle, etc… in case of zombies.
If the infrastructure gives way, I’ll know how to handle myself.
So really, the Singularity and zombies are the same thing on some days.
So tonight I’m spending with friends.
Tomorrow (Friday) is the Transhumanist meeting at the Spoon
Saturday is Preston’s dinner party at 5 at Trulli (all are welcome) and games at Spoon at 8
Sunday night is Axis meeting. Whee!
Actually got some sleep last night. That’s exciting and new.
You give up a whole third of your day to sleep. A THIRD
The world is a playground. It’s time I started treating it as such again.
Prepare to be bruised to hell. Already have a gouge on my knee.
This Friday at 7:30 at the Spoon.
Chicago was great. I’m exhausted but I had such a good time. Saw old friends, spent some time with new ones, saw Stars again. People are getting married and buying houses left and right. I still feel like I’m too young for my good friends to be going through this process. Guess I’ll just have to get over it. Also went to Intelligentsia Coffee and am in love. I mean, I work at the flippin’ Spoon, and that’s how good this coffee was. Whoa boy.
Driving up to Mutiny last night, at 75mph on an empty road with the stars clear overhead and the windows letting in the brisk autumn air, I turned to Matt and said, “I can’t wait for a time when I won’t need obvious mechanisms to go this fast.”
I’ve always somehow equated speed with freedom.
Speed means getting things done. Speed means escape. Both things are essential to freedom (at least to me) : covering my responsibilities with the ability to not, if I don’t want to be doing them.
Because here’s the thing. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do*. I go to class because I love being in class. I work because I love to work. I see people because I love interactions and what I get from those people and what I can give to them. And so on.
Do you ever have those moments, when you’re doing something, when you realize that’s where you want to be? I mean, maybe something as cool as realizing how kick-ass Axis is, and that I helped make that happen, and that I wouldn’t be anywhere else right then. Maybe it’s just doing the dishes, or sitting on the porch with Libby, shooting the shit. And you suddenly realize how awesome life is. (Nathan, you know what I’m talking about). If there is NO chance of me doing that while I’m fulfilling a task, I probably won’t do it.**
On a somewhat related note, last night Mutiny was PACKED. To the point of discomfort for Matt and myself. So while we waited for Petra and Chris to finish shaking their booties, we went upstairs to the restaurant/bar and drew on the tables. Venn Diagrams. Intersections of [You’re Doing it Wrong], [Win], and [Club Nights] was my favorite.
The Tarot reading was right. Time of upheaval indeed. Moves are odd things.
H+ meeting on the 9th. And also a meeting for Axis sometime soon.
*with the rare exception of the potentiality of last Wednesday
**which is not to say I don’t keep obligations if it just doesn’t suit my fancy. it’s complicated.
Let’s see. A lot has happened. Rebuilt my computer, carved pumpkins, ate food, got roofied, had a “lunch date,” missed the Dali Lama, went to The Mad Scientist’s Ball, finished my resume, cleaned, went to the party at Daniel’s complex thingy, had a stellar meal (perfect pairing of wine, steak, veggies, sauce, and hookah), and organized books at the Spoon. Also lots of homework.
Tonight is Zombie Prom, tomorrow Halloween up at Mutiny, Friday I head up to Chicago to see Stars. Next weekend is Seattle, the weekend after Madison is in town.
Thank god for my PDA.
oh thank goodness.
Wednesday (Halloween) many people are going up to Indy for Mutiny. While my car is full, I’m wondering if we can save the Earth a few breaths by carpooling whoever else is headed up.
Let me know – I’m happy to organize.