Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Last night, I hung out with Zack, and tonight I…
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Last night, I hung out with Zack, and tonight I hung out with Adam. Very necessary, these visits. I'd go insane if all my social contact were school and home and a bit of Leonard.
More later on cool stuff from those conversations. I'm tired. But I will tell you that, while walking down Woolsey in residential Berkeley, I saw a canonical American Beauty-style house, picket fence and all, in front of which stood a very strange fixture. It was a wrought-iron pole, about as high as a pole upon which a mailbox might sit, topped by an iron sculpture of a horse's head. From the horse's head hung a largish ring. Adam said it resembled a knocker without a door. I could imagine tying a dog's leash to the ring, perhaps. There was no other obvious explanation for this artifact. Go ahead, walk on the north side of Woolsey between College and Shattuck. Somewhere you'll see it.