Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Wow, a Friday night alone and decisions on a whim.…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2001 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
Wow, a Friday night alone and decisions on a whim. I wrote some emails and surfed the web in the OCF, ate a burger and read more of The One Best Way at Smart Alec's, went to Ghost World (very small crowd), enjoyed it (very indie, huge emphasis on characterization), hung out with a fella I met there named Ethan, and went home.
Ethan, a Seattlite, did not know the joke about the Texan, the Californian, and the Seattlite who walk into a bar. Shock and horror!
But Ethan, it turns out, does know Ken Shields, who lives with Dan, whom I know from living next door to him in Freeborn Hall my freshman year at Cal. Ken also served as an unknowing point of contact between Shweta and me, after Shweta and I met via Nathaniel, whom I met by starting up a conversation with him in the humor section of the ASUC general bookstore.
Ethan noted that, if I'm making some bid to be remembered after I die, my best bet might be to get mummified. He has a point.