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neat situations today!
Jul. 12th, 2009 10:55 pmSo I'm unicycling around the park, increasingly confidently, and I'm about to head back home, but then I came across a big group of people near the park entrance. There was a bunch of improvised drumming, some people had hula hoops, some were belly-dancing, some were spinning poi and juggling, and some were tumbling and doing contact improv.
I unicycle right up and ask if I can play with them, and of course I can. I spoke with Melissa and Paul -- she's an aerialist, and performs hanging on a big metal hoop, and his business card says "pyromancer". He spins fire poi and does fire-walking. They were working on their tumbling, and we played around for a while, rolling on the grass and doing cartwheels and stuff. We talked about people we know (my pilates instructor is an aerialist too, and they're friends), and it was really nice. Apparently there are bi-weekly Sunday get-togethers for circus-y activities in the park. Awesome.
Not long thereafter, I went to the grocery store, and I'm kind of soggy because it was raining pretty hard; I had walked over with my umbrella. And the girl working there asks about my OSCON shirt, seeming unusually keen to start a conversation. We talked for a bit about her previous job; sort of out of the blue, she wanted to tell me about how she'd been a copy-editor for a telecom company in San Francisco. OK, cool!
In the grocery store, I ran into Zach G and some of his friends that I hadn't met before; he just graduated from high school, and he's about to go off to Harvey Mudd, and they were a little sad that he was leaving, since they were a year younger. He told me about his recent adventure, trying to find a business that would sell him a bacon milk shake (this relates to his quest for maximally un-kosher foods); the closest he got was Steak 'n' Shake, which sold him some bacon and a milk shake, with the understanding that he was about about to construct such a monstrosity on his own. There was something said about health codes not allowing bacon in blenders, which is understandable -- the blenders wouldn't be kosher afterwards, right? His friends are cool, very deep-thinking sorts, and well-spoken. (also, the girl with him was way into him; understandable. He's Zach G.)
Checking out, I had a small conversation about time, death, and the delusions we live by, with the cashier. You know which cashier I'm talking about; the older gentleman with the cool beard who always looks kind of grim. He said that your last moments are very important, and I was considering this -- I mean, they don't have much bearing on anything, right? Because then you're dead. I think he was getting at reincarnation; I couldn't quite tell if he was serious, but he was really pleased when I said that once you meet the Buddha, you have to kill him. He said that McDonald's isn't going away, and we have to be at least as timeless as McDonald's, right?
And then Rob came over, and he and Mark and Alsie and I had dinner. We discussed putting rocks, soda, and ears of corn in your gas tank, and about molten lava, and about putting every liquid in your house in matching soap-dispenser things and the problems that this might cause. Also bizarre hair styles.
It's been a pretty good day :)
I unicycle right up and ask if I can play with them, and of course I can. I spoke with Melissa and Paul -- she's an aerialist, and performs hanging on a big metal hoop, and his business card says "pyromancer". He spins fire poi and does fire-walking. They were working on their tumbling, and we played around for a while, rolling on the grass and doing cartwheels and stuff. We talked about people we know (my pilates instructor is an aerialist too, and they're friends), and it was really nice. Apparently there are bi-weekly Sunday get-togethers for circus-y activities in the park. Awesome.
Not long thereafter, I went to the grocery store, and I'm kind of soggy because it was raining pretty hard; I had walked over with my umbrella. And the girl working there asks about my OSCON shirt, seeming unusually keen to start a conversation. We talked for a bit about her previous job; sort of out of the blue, she wanted to tell me about how she'd been a copy-editor for a telecom company in San Francisco. OK, cool!
In the grocery store, I ran into Zach G and some of his friends that I hadn't met before; he just graduated from high school, and he's about to go off to Harvey Mudd, and they were a little sad that he was leaving, since they were a year younger. He told me about his recent adventure, trying to find a business that would sell him a bacon milk shake (this relates to his quest for maximally un-kosher foods); the closest he got was Steak 'n' Shake, which sold him some bacon and a milk shake, with the understanding that he was about about to construct such a monstrosity on his own. There was something said about health codes not allowing bacon in blenders, which is understandable -- the blenders wouldn't be kosher afterwards, right? His friends are cool, very deep-thinking sorts, and well-spoken. (also, the girl with him was way into him; understandable. He's Zach G.)
Checking out, I had a small conversation about time, death, and the delusions we live by, with the cashier. You know which cashier I'm talking about; the older gentleman with the cool beard who always looks kind of grim. He said that your last moments are very important, and I was considering this -- I mean, they don't have much bearing on anything, right? Because then you're dead. I think he was getting at reincarnation; I couldn't quite tell if he was serious, but he was really pleased when I said that once you meet the Buddha, you have to kill him. He said that McDonald's isn't going away, and we have to be at least as timeless as McDonald's, right?
And then Rob came over, and he and Mark and Alsie and I had dinner. We discussed putting rocks, soda, and ears of corn in your gas tank, and about molten lava, and about putting every liquid in your house in matching soap-dispenser things and the problems that this might cause. Also bizarre hair styles.
It's been a pretty good day :)
