I have partly-written musings on drugs in America, cowardice, intention and passion, the oil crash, and web paradigms... but none ready for public consumption, so here's the mundane update.
The back massage basics class goes well-- although I had mixed feelings at one point when I had three guys working on me at once, which was awfully intense and testosteroneful.
Tuesday's Salon was excellent, with impassioned discussion of drugs, education, poetry, and race, and a good group of people. I feel like I should continue to grow the group, though, until we can support multiple discussions, because I feel like a lot of people's interests aren't being addressed.
A Wednesday work meeting got distracted by discussion of theories of the impending fall of civilization from the market run on scarce oil. Later, at the halloween Rocky preshow meeting, my preshow pitch was put in a "RHPS Con Shows" pile I hadn't known existed.
I took a Beginner Waltz class Thursday, where happened to be the Rocky people who brought me to the studio in the first place and where the other unpaired dancer was one I most danced with at that first activity. On the way back to my apartment, I crossed paths with Jon C. from Olin, now running his own business and who heard about my trip to Europe through his sister's fiance's housemate's friend, who I met over there.
For Friday I decided I had been waking up unhappy too many mornings from over-sleeping my alarm, and left it off-- and naturally got up earlier than I would have planned. I've also come to terms with work time: even though I only have 6 hours of contracting expected a day, I need to plan an 8 hour work day, plus a little extra on weekends and in crunch. My break for lunch, stops for email and house-stuff, and if go somewhere for a change of scene, all extend my day, and even if it's not quite an 8-hours-plus-commute-job, it's pretty close.
Saturday I saw Linklater's new A Scanner Darkly, which I much enjoyed, but which frustrated my companion for [she believed] propagating untruths about psychedelics. That night, friends of mine (mostly Rocky-virgins) came to Rocky, and two stayed for the after party, and had a blast. The party was *packed*, strangely low-energy, and full and satisfying.