I finally got my driver's license. It's been awhile since I got my first permit (about ${23-17} years ago), but I finally finished up the driver's ed courses (for knowledge and insurance discounts) and got around to practicing some. I've even driven on a semi-real trip outside of Newton/Watertown. I'm now a fairly decent beginner driver and intend to drive more often to gain more experience. So, for those who know me, the eventual has now happened.
I'm somewhat apathetic when it comes to this, however. I realize the practical value of having the license (to aid friends in road trips, to become less dependent on others, and drive if needed), but I still dislike the entire auto industry and things relating to it. I suppose it's like my opinion of US-grown meat: I don't really like it (for social and health reasons), but I won't entirely make myself incapable of using/consuming it. What I really need in both situations is moderation.
Thankfully, I will have a car over the winter to get around Rochester in the snow. I'm going to try and continue doing my carpooling, but perhaps with myself being a driver. I'm sure my housemates will be thrilled.
Party updates: the party this Saturday evening, will be held at my dad's appt. This is a fairly small place, so I may attempt to move some of the party outside if it's not rainy. We'll see how things go.
I've got a guestlist here. Let me know if you don't want your name listed here for any reason. If you're not on this list, let me know if you can come or not, and I can put you on it somewhere. It's here primarily so I can stop answering people's incessant, "who's coming that I know?"
Please RSVP ASAP, 0xd00d. Contact me to do such.
Tonight at 19:30, Howard Bloom will be at 38 Cameron in Davis Square, talking about groupthink and mass psychology. I'll be going with Aelscha. Tickets are $5 for students and it looks like it should be pretty interesting. Contact me if you want to meet up beforehand.
I know you.
I can smell your cell's RF scent
when you enter the station.
I can see your body
from ultraviolet to infrared;
watching you get hot
when you see the cute boy
with the spiked hair.
And I can hear your heart's murmur
from the back corner of the train.
But you don't know me.
You may see me,
but you do not perceive me
the way I dream that you do.
You are oblivious of my desire,
as I am oblivious of the thoughts
in your head.
And so we pass.
You exit at Kendall,
heading towards your 7th floor,
corner-window job at Biogen.
And I continue on,
watching.
Some day you will see me.
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