May 10, 2004

w!!!!!!!

wanda is back. finally! she actually got back last monday, but i was away in vegas. and then she went back to south carolina, and then i was back. but now we’re both back. for now.

it’s really great to see her again. i mean how can you express the joy when one of your bestest friends in the whole world comes back from being far away from you in the whole world? smiles and hugs, i guess. food and jokes. just start up where you two left off, like it was yesterday. or six months ago.

listening to her tell stories about how strange it is to be back, how strange it is to be in the midst of gadgetry, productization, and artificiality is of course amusing, but also makes me wonder. i look around and think about how much stuff i have. and i love it and i hate it. i wonder if i could just let it all go and leave it and run off to live somewhere else for months or years. or if it’s just tethering me down, making sure i don’t run off and leave it somewhere else for months or years.

i keep thinking about the fact that i keep debating in my head “whether it’s worth it to try to switch my email program from outlook express to opera to try and take advantage of keeping all my mail in one central container and to apply views and searches to it for easier indexing, searching, and access, or whether that’s backwards and monolithic or perhaps more advanced like a database so it’s actually better,” and how incredibly meta that internal discussion is and how the hell did i get here anyway?

Posted at May 10, 2004 10:23 PM
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how did i get here?

this is not my beautiful house!

this is not my beautiful wife!

oh. wait. it is…..

Posted by: allyn at May 11, 2004 12:58 AM

Every time I get return to the western world after international jaunts I find myself slightly repulsed. The disgust is not just at everyone else, but also at myself and how important *things* appear to be when I’m amongst them. Once I’m away from them, I realize that I can get by just fine with what fits in my bag. I don’t need much more than a bikini, sarong and dive gear. I guess that’s why I travel and why I backpack; it helps to remember the essentials, namely that people are the most important things. Things? Did I just say that? Groan.

Posted by: mc at May 11, 2004 2:48 PM

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