Tonight was the “BBSer Reunion GT” — or whatever they’re calling it. If you don’t know what a BBS or a GT is, just pretend it’s a party. The word ‘reunion’ I assume you know – in this case, most of the people in attendance hadn’t seen one another in 10+ years, and we mostly knew each other from when we were teenagers / young adults. I Twittered about it briefly, stating that, while I have no interest in attending a High School reunion, when I heard about this get together there was no question whether I would attend. I generally don’t make plans in advance, and this was a ‘sure thing’ that I turned down many other opportunities for in the last six weeks. As opposed to the people I went to High School with, these were my real friends. (Note to friends from the actual high school I attended: the few of you who exist were also, generally, BBSers and, as you know, we’re still in touch and good friends. No reunion necessary.)
As I expected, more than half of the people there I didn’t recognize – either at first, or, in some cases, at all. It’s been 10, 12, maybe more years since I saw these people, and some of them I only saw for a few hours, here and there. Others I spent a lot of time with over my teenage years … and some of those I still forgot the names of – though I recognized their faces, voices, and characters. A few of them looked like they had been somehow stuck into a time capsule after the last time I saw them; nearly identical to my memories, what memories I have. Which was eerie. Much more eerie than that most of their personalities seem to have likewise been frozen in time; that I’m used to. People tend to stay largely the same, beyond a certain stage of psychological development.
It was good seeing them again. There were missing faces. A lot of missing faces. It’s hard to get hold of people after so long, especially when no one knows their last names or … much else about them that might help find them, because when we were friends none of that stuff mattered. But those who showed up it was good to see.
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The following was originally part of a comment on Zoe’s LJ post about food.
I was working in the kitchen today, slaving over a hot stove and a cutting board and hoping my improvised recipe would delight and nourish and it occurred to me that all the time I spend every week, not just cooking, but also thinking about it, shopping for it, studying cookbooks and recipes on index cards and online, and all this time and effort and energy… It isn’t wasted. It never felt wasted, but it occurred to me today that spending an hour or more a day, most days of the week, cooking for my family is one of the most valuable things I contribute. Not (just) because cooking real food reduces costs, but because it adds value.
Whether because of the failing economy or because I’m failing to market myself effectively, I’m not bringing a lot of financial reward into the household right now. Yet when I’m able to put a good meal in front of my wife after she’s had a long day at work, I know there are more important rewards in life to invest yourself in, and that I’m a success in the areas that matter to me most.
My mom taught me -she tried to teach me- how to make her spaghetti sauce. If I’m able to remain a househusband, if I’m able to continue investing myself in showing my love through food, maybe in another couple of years … Maybe I’ll have the skill required to share what made her sauce so special, in making a sauce that my family will associate with love, happiness, family… We’re Italian, it’s all in the sauce, right?
As further evidence that despite my best intentions to do so, I am not actually keeping up with posting to my online journal, even about quite important events, you will note that there isn’t yet a post here about my impending wedding.
Well, I suppose there is now, but… You know what I mean.
Admittedly, we’d only just decided to go ahead with the date and general plan last Monday (one week ago), and I worked a bunch of overtime, then Thanksgiving, then an insane Black Friday and all day Saturday devoted to our new SubZero fridge (new to us, and a steal at only $300, from Stardust)… But enough excuses for not posting the details, on to the details:
Mandy and I are getting married on Saturday, December 1st, 2007 at Excalibur in Las Vegas, NV.
If you haven’t been invited, and would like to attend and can get there on no notice, please let me know. I recently lost a lot of my contact info, and may not be able to get hold of you. Sorry.
Anyway, that’s coming up in a few days, now, so I thought I ought to post something about it. It’s big news, I know, but … Yeah, I guess I’m just not keeping up with my online journal.
Before my browser crashed a moment ago, I was in the middle of posting this, so if this doesn’t make any sense, assume that the thoughts I had already typed in were lost in the crash. Also, before my browser crashed, I had something on the order of 15 browser windows open to various sites, and found myself in the midst of taking on a very large project that, maybe, I won’t actually have to do. There is a thing that I want to be able to accomplish, and some programmers have done a similar thing in a Unix environment, with limited usability, mostly to show that the technology would be useful if developed fully. What I had started was learning several different programming languages and protocols so that I could develop first an understanding of how the existing software works, then develop the software that does what I want to accomplish. So, I was examining the existing software products to understand how the features they offered related to the features I wanted, and the languages that the software was written in, and then, before I got too far, I realized what I was doing.
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When I was trying to determine how I would start to write this where should I start, I thought, œ at the beginning, start at the beginning.” So here I go.
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