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miscellany.
Feb. 26th, 2003 09:14 amSo I'm back from Winter Camp, from what I've been calling the ass-end of South Dakota. Specifically Spearfish, where we visited friends, ate wonderful homemade vegan food, and had our way with the basement of a lutheran church, filling what were normally sunday school rooms with our strange allotment of mixers and synths and lights and projectors and all manner of things that glow and beep. It was stressful and somewhat frustrating to leave late and leave early, and we didn't get as much sleep as we'd have liked (Sunday School's arrival evicted us earlier than we would have liked, unfortunately) but it was a good weekend nonetheless. It has been proposed that WCIV be a return to Minneapolis. I'd be cool with this, though it'd feel strange to not spend 10 hours in a car, just out of precedent. There's something I really really love about road trips.
I came back and had another two days off from work; I haven't been there in so long I'm actually looking forward to going today. My paychecks will probably be pretty lame.
I went to my uncle's wake last night. I'd thought the services would be in Arizona, as that's where he was when he died, but they're here. Saw a lot of my Dad's family I hadn't seen in years. It was kind of weird. My uncle was friends with many many bikers, being one himself. Being at a funeral home with a lot of grizzled bikers is something I'd never experienced. It was kind of cool. Apparently the funeral home wouldn't let him have his motorcycle set up with the rest of random memorabilia placed around- even so, conversations were overheard deciding what kind of bike he's riding now that he's free of earthly constraints.
Recently talked to two friends at length I hadn't heard from in a very long time. They both decided to come out of the woodwork and call me on the same night. One, a classmate from the U- fellow electronic musician, moved back here from Wisconsin and is having a party this week. Neat. The other was my former housemate and bandmate, who told me he's not going to be coming to the con this year. poop. I'm trying to finalize plans to go visit him in April instead.
Time to go to work.
I came back and had another two days off from work; I haven't been there in so long I'm actually looking forward to going today. My paychecks will probably be pretty lame.
I went to my uncle's wake last night. I'd thought the services would be in Arizona, as that's where he was when he died, but they're here. Saw a lot of my Dad's family I hadn't seen in years. It was kind of weird. My uncle was friends with many many bikers, being one himself. Being at a funeral home with a lot of grizzled bikers is something I'd never experienced. It was kind of cool. Apparently the funeral home wouldn't let him have his motorcycle set up with the rest of random memorabilia placed around- even so, conversations were overheard deciding what kind of bike he's riding now that he's free of earthly constraints.
Recently talked to two friends at length I hadn't heard from in a very long time. They both decided to come out of the woodwork and call me on the same night. One, a classmate from the U- fellow electronic musician, moved back here from Wisconsin and is having a party this week. Neat. The other was my former housemate and bandmate, who told me he's not going to be coming to the con this year. poop. I'm trying to finalize plans to go visit him in April instead.
Time to go to work.
