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AM 9:55am CDT Wednesday 10 July 2002 My day begins again at Kinko's, as it seems to do now lately. Interesting to think this place is just hoppin with activity 24 hours per day. People doing all sorts of stuff from creating movies, to political advertising, multi-level business building, free internet mooching.. 1:58pm Have munched lunch with Dude at Mission Burrito; $2 off Que Mas salad on Tuesdays in July. Awww yeah. funny 9:49pm CDT Wednesday 10 July 2002 I'm at Kinko's again now, sitting by Chris and Wisam. Chris is from Cleveland, has no job, just got here three days ago. "I'm just hoping that something picks up really quickly, or else I'm gonna try to pick up some day work." Wisam used to work at Kinko's, is also from Cleveland, and is working now at Ritz Camera. Student at Bodie college in Maine, London next semester at University of London he thinks. Then Capetown South Africa next year! Wow!!! 1:06am I have just returned from Yoga with Catherine. She listened to my anxiety about my upcoming adventure, checked her address book for people who might need an apartment. I did yoga, about 4 or 5 positions. Then she gave me some of her Indian food dinner. We traded brief life histories. In the time that I've known her, we've never really talked except maybe one other time. I enjoy getting to know her better. I told her of the huge dichotomy between the Wreckshop Records people I met tonight after Swa'vet invited me to their gathering, versus Chris & Wisam, the next two people I met. Seems to be a huge personality difference. - - - - Alright, shit this is my website I'll write the non PC version. I met these thugs and gangstas many of whom were wearing gold chains and smoking swisher sweets (?) and all those with whom I interacted were quite polite, and quite testosterone filled. It was a fantastic role reversal for me to be briefly immersed in a black culture. After a while, one of the guys shook my hand and said it was great to meet me but they were going to have a private meeting and therefore asked me to leave. No problem. This allowed an easy way for me to make my exit gracefully and not just leave out of boredom or fear or whatever. Then I got to Kinko's and see two black guys and they were so funny, so soft spoken, so flirty.. Life completely threw a curveball at me this evening. Thank you, universe, for the lesson in dichotomy and don't judge a book by its cover! prev day next day |