the weekend was an interesting one. friday was booty shakage at a.k.a. lounge to some decent to good house, saturday was more than a few red bull and vodka at cory's party where i met some cool new people, sunday was just a touch of the going downtown.
last night actually would have been an amazing letdown if i had anticipated anything at all. the crowds were out in full force fucking shit up. the a/c at the last place we were at barely could keep the place not warm. i headed home early, read some and got a wonderful nights sleep.
today was an adventure in making order out of the chaos that has been my office since i moved here over 18 months ago. for the first time this room is really nice and clean. i am reinstalling my desktop machine right now, and imagine that if i wanted to, i could entertain a group of about 10 people comfortably. cory's party really makes me want to do this, it was a really good time.
during cleaning i came across all of the pictures that i have from over the years. there were several in there of me and brandi, which kind of melted the heart a bit. then there were all of the pictures of me and the old norman crew. i think i know why i don't like to have my picture taken.
pictures are much more present than our memories. a couple of years away from people and they have almost completely faded from your mind. they are still there, but they are much less accessible. a picture brings all of that back into focus. all of the sudden you remember everything that was good and bad about the people you once knew. a picture is a means by which we remember, and in remembering sometimes visit emotions that we may not want to feel anymore.
i never want a picture of me to make people sad. better to be forgotten than to be a small sadness over the years.
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yesterday i put up that picture of you i found on my fridge, so you grin at me everytime i cruise through my kitchen (not that i can cruise per say, it's pretty small) but it always makes me glad. i've caught two people in the past two days looking at it with a kind of "who's that?" expression. but they never ask.
p.s. i really hope you didn't find those pics that loretta took of us. i never did see them, good thing most likely, burn them quickly.
:)
Posted by kate | September 2, 2002 10:21 PM
Posted on September 2, 2002 22:21
I also recently ran across a picture of you and smiled.
Both at Janke's and at Kate's actually.
Posted by logan | September 3, 2002 8:08 PM
Posted on September 3, 2002 20:08
please tell me that you remember good things when you look at those pictures and not sad things like those that i think when i look at mine.
Posted by takeru | September 3, 2002 10:45 PM
Posted on September 3, 2002 22:45
Off the top of my head:
I remembered you telling that guy my friend sara knew, "You. 5 minutes, no talking." and the rest of that weekend, too.
I remember games of go and coffee and homework and helping some girl grok StringTokenizer at the Village Inn.
I remember dorking out at lots of NULL meetings.
Lots of pretty good stuff, actually.
Posted by logan | September 4, 2002 11:19 AM
Posted on September 4, 2002 11:19
Don't be sad... :) Juice the World! hee hee hee!
Posted by x-ie | September 4, 2002 12:12 PM
Posted on September 4, 2002 12:12