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| A few days ago, Justin and I decided we were going to babysit Emmett. It was something we talked about doing many months ago, but things have a way of happening – work builds, plans change, time shifts. But this past Wednesday, Justin and I hung around the apartment so that Ben and Laura could go out for a bit.
We arrived a bit early and, not wanting to interfere while he was being put to bed, we walked around a bit. Pretty fun overall, and we stopped into a random convenience store to pick up something to drink. I spotted this strange Jarritos looking bottle, and figured – alright, now is the time to throw caution to the wind. I’m going to live for a change! I can now die happy, able to say that Jarritos Mandarina bevarage is "pretty good." I’m an amazing creature of habit, so anything out of the ordinary (even soda) is worth a mention. I… Shut up! My blog. |
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| Justin and I walked around the neighborhood some and looked for a place to sit. This is a bench where we passed about 15 minutes. It’s in front of a fire station, right around the corner from Laura and Ben.
A few firemen passed by, and gave us a sideways glance. But no one said anything. It was weird – this bench was here, and I felt it to be a "public" area. But it was clearly part of the fire station… but no one was using it. There’s something about sitting down in places you’re not accustomed to. I don’t know how to describe the feeling – good? Refreshing? Perspicacious? I’m reminded of this time when I dropped acid in undergrad. I was with my friend Dipti and the two of us just decided to sit down in the middle of my small kitchen. No good reason, other than the fact that drugs were coarsing through our systems. She remarked about how "great" it was, and how more people just need to sit down whenever (and wherever)r they’re moved to do so. Ok. It’s a silly story about two kids and LSD. But for some reason, sitting on the bench, I thought of her and that kitchen, and just sitting down in unexpected places. More than anything, I carry that story around with me because it says something about perspective, and vantage points and looking at the world from another angle. If I want to call myself an artist, isn’t that what I should be doing all the time? Looking at things differently? |
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| Quick view of the street, seated at the bench. In the time we were there, two ambulances pulled up, left their lights on and the engines running. It didn’t seem like an emergency, and I wasn’t sure why they just stopped in the road (and didn’t pull into the driveway).
It’s rare to see an ambulance up close, let alone two. Had Justin and I been more adventurous (or drunk), I bet we could have had one hell of a drag race. :) |
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| This is awesome. I don’t need to say anything about it. |
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| The whole night, Justin and I made pact not to discuss anything related to computers (or anything that was attached to a keyboard). Man, that was tough!
We spent some time relaxing and reading, talked at length about friends, relationships, love, camping, getting in shape. A whole slew of things, and only a few times did we catch ourselves dipping into geek talk. All in all, this was really relaxing. With our promise not to talk about work or computers, babysitting was like this "forced" relaxation, a way to make a very clear separation between the work that normally obsesses/consumes us and our personal lives. I’m excited by our talks on camping, and the idea of a campfire makes me want to jump up and down, as I type this. We ordered some Thai food, and then we set up shop using Emmett’s table and chairs. hehehehe Even when we’re not talking computers, we’re still geeks. :D |
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