I romanticize #meetinglife a bit much sometimes, because it’s not like we’re saving the world or anything, but being part of such a gangly but
well-oiled machine is going to seriously come in handy for a book
someday. this is how I judge my life. “worthy of being written about,
for better or worse?”
Posted on
Posted on
threw some makeshift Ehtiopian-esque chicken together, will be making cabbage+potatoes later. smelling delicious. stand by for reviews.
Posted on
our friend Josh is over building his computer with Jake and I can’t see them from my low perch on the upper couch, and they’re doing something that involves checking the status of something in two different places, so they’re calling back and forth to each other – and from where I’m sitting it’s like really soft, polite gay sex
At tonight’s meeting the members spent 30 minutes talking about whether or not to shave two inches off the legs of one of three five picnic tables in the courtyard, and in the end they decided it was too complicated an issue and tabled it. I’m not joking. None of this is a joke.
