Catching up.
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elfsSunday, I went for a drive with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lisakit, who needed to get out of the house. We drove down to Saltwater state park, which is a lovely sliver of beach and sand, where we tried to exchange life stories.
We went to lunch at a cheap sushi place (pretty good for the price, but the rice had been in the cooker a bit too long) and then we just drove around. I tried to give her a feel for the neighborhood as I knew it, which is pretty vast, and she lives in a middle of the nowhere kind of nowhere, lots of trees but quite far from a grocery, which is surprising considering she's nestled between the airport and the biggest shopping center for miles.
After our drive and a stop at the house, I took Kouryou-chan to her weekly rehearsal at her muni theater thing, and then snuck off to the nearby Tully's coffeeshop for their free (if utterly bandwidth free) internet access and to get in an hour or so of writing. While I was there the fellow across from me kept tinkering with a little box made of pieces of plastic held together with scotch tape. There was switch inside the box; he'd turn it on, then off, then on again, consulting with his computer as he did so. My bluetooth scanner told me that everytime he flicked the switch one way a new device named "gizmo" had entered my PANsphere. I eventually asked; he was trying to get a 3D mouse working, using only the bluetooth proximity tool as his sensor. Good luck with that.
I did get some writing done. First kiss and all that. Getting into the mindset of a fifteen year old boy in 1904 Ohio whose first real kiss, the first kiss he's ever really wanted, comes from another boy is freakin hard, because I can just barely grasp how few opportunities he sees for himself if he heads down that road. I think this story doesn't have a happy ending.
lisakit, who needed to get out of the house. We drove down to Saltwater state park, which is a lovely sliver of beach and sand, where we tried to exchange life stories.We went to lunch at a cheap sushi place (pretty good for the price, but the rice had been in the cooker a bit too long) and then we just drove around. I tried to give her a feel for the neighborhood as I knew it, which is pretty vast, and she lives in a middle of the nowhere kind of nowhere, lots of trees but quite far from a grocery, which is surprising considering she's nestled between the airport and the biggest shopping center for miles.
After our drive and a stop at the house, I took Kouryou-chan to her weekly rehearsal at her muni theater thing, and then snuck off to the nearby Tully's coffeeshop for their free (if utterly bandwidth free) internet access and to get in an hour or so of writing. While I was there the fellow across from me kept tinkering with a little box made of pieces of plastic held together with scotch tape. There was switch inside the box; he'd turn it on, then off, then on again, consulting with his computer as he did so. My bluetooth scanner told me that everytime he flicked the switch one way a new device named "gizmo" had entered my PANsphere. I eventually asked; he was trying to get a 3D mouse working, using only the bluetooth proximity tool as his sensor. Good luck with that.
I did get some writing done. First kiss and all that. Getting into the mindset of a fifteen year old boy in 1904 Ohio whose first real kiss, the first kiss he's ever really wanted, comes from another boy is freakin hard, because I can just barely grasp how few opportunities he sees for himself if he heads down that road. I think this story doesn't have a happy ending.
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:47 pm (UTC)Since I'm in Ohio......
~Erin
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Date: 2008-01-30 02:18 am (UTC)Somehow I found that surprising.
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