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grauwulf objects to having them live on the dining room table.
Some time ago, I made a comment tojazzfish, asking about interest in starting a writer's workshop semi-locally. He and a friend of his were both highly in favor of the prospect, which got as far as exchanging an e-mail in which we all agreed that about 6 to 8 people would be the ideal size, and there were only three of us. This seems, thus far, to have stymied us, although it is also possible that a) the others are as lazy as I am about these things, or b) having suggested it, this is my problem to solve.
I have been vaguely missing college lately; not so much the classes and the school itself (though I do keep meaning to go learn things at the community college at some point), and definitely not the being "sweet and twenty," (parts of which were nice, but I'll take the tenuous emotional stability gained in that last decade, thank you,) but the part about living somewhere that had friends and activities and a variety of nice public spaces all within walking distance. I miss having places to walk to, and having friends close enough to meet for dinner or to spend an hour with without having to schedule in advance and drive all over the world to get there.
Probably, if I want that kind of cameraderie back, I should reconsider moving to San Francisco, or come up with the mythical better way to network for weird but intelligent friends who are actually this far north.
grauwulf objects to having them live on the dining room table. Some time ago, I made a comment to
jazzfish, asking about interest in starting a writer's workshop semi-locally. He and a friend of his were both highly in favor of the prospect, which got as far as exchanging an e-mail in which we all agreed that about 6 to 8 people would be the ideal size, and there were only three of us. This seems, thus far, to have stymied us, although it is also possible that a) the others are as lazy as I am about these things, or b) having suggested it, this is my problem to solve. I have been vaguely missing college lately; not so much the classes and the school itself (though I do keep meaning to go learn things at the community college at some point), and definitely not the being "sweet and twenty," (parts of which were nice, but I'll take the tenuous emotional stability gained in that last decade, thank you,) but the part about living somewhere that had friends and activities and a variety of nice public spaces all within walking distance. I miss having places to walk to, and having friends close enough to meet for dinner or to spend an hour with without having to schedule in advance and drive all over the world to get there.
Probably, if I want that kind of cameraderie back, I should reconsider moving to San Francisco, or come up with the mythical better way to network for weird but intelligent friends who are actually this far north.