1-800-SOMETHING-CUTE

So yesterday was saved by complete worthlessness by the intervention of some dc friend alternates. i left work exhausted. why is 9 hours of reception work so much more tiring than 8 hours? at any rate, i was just about ready to go to bed for the night, but i got a call from my friend sara, who i know through uu stuff, and spent the night drinking beer around a fire with some of her (and my) friends.

it's so funny the divide between the groups of people i'm friends with. i sometimes wonder what would happen if i got them all in the same room together. most of my school and cleveland friends are these unrepentant hipsters. i mean, they are generally progressive, and even pretty political, but at the same time they're totally cynical and ironic and caught up in fashion and music and pop culture.

and then i have my uu friends who sit around talking intently about the semiotics of activist terminology (activist vs. organizer, service as in community service vs. service as in a religious calling) and how to be a truly anti oppressive organizer when working outside of your own community, all while listening to rusted root and the cure.

but it was nice to be reminded that i have more than three friends in dc, especially when i'm generally in a fight with at least one of them.

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i wish it was possible to have a subscription to just the readings section of harpers, cause generally that's really all i want to read. plus it's a goldmine for email subjects and blog titles (see today's heading). other runners up for today's blog:
squeeling and snorting while eating
medium underwater fart in bathtub
sharp, squeaky vocal sucking
throwing pebble house collapses
(from a list of audio clips from cartoons)
and also
office life turns out to be soul-deadening, literally or metaphorically