baby let your hair hang down

today i went to work at the reunions. i hung out with the 40th class (graduated in 1962). me and another girl sat around and talked to them and ate fruit and cookies. they said that back then, you could dance to the music. and they didn't understand why anyone would ever want to pierce themselves. most of them seemed very distinguished. one lady had lived in france and spain, and i asked her how she did that, if she worked, or how she got a visa. she said it was really hard to get a work visa. she married a french man. hmmm. then we gathered all of them in a group and took their picture, and took them to a fancy dinner in the student union. for 4 hours my "job" was to sit and drink wine and listen to various people talk about their memories of college. most things they said almost made me cry. then i took a bunch of bags of leftover food and rode home.

chris and donna were just about to go to a show, so i went with them. but then it turned out that the band wasn't playing, so we went to some club on stark called goodfoot. it was noisy and smoky. i drew pictures of the pool tables, and donna, and i danced a bit. chris talked to me for a long time and told me how great i was in several ways. yeah. i decided to walk home. it wasn't even that far.

In order to promote revolution, daily act to maximize the material incentives for authentically lived moments.

love, becky