Obviously it's a bit late to be writing my blog - Clau's asleep already and I should be, too.
Attila and Reka visited last weekend and brought their boy Shoeldt (I'm sure I'm spelling it wrong, I'll look it up later), he is adorable but I can see that children are a lot of work. Clau and I have decided to wait just a bit longer, I made her promise that we won't wait beyond the point where it's safe.
I just found out that one of my high school classmates became a filmmaker - kind of a tiny world considering how few people were in my high school class. Her name is (or was) Miranda Grossinger - she's now going by "Miranda July", probably one of the reasons I didn't notice earlier. She made a movie called "You, Me, and Everyone We Know", which I read a lot about in Time Out and such, but didn't see. I will of course put the DVD in my Netflix queue now, hopefully she gets some money out of that. Not that she and I were friends or anything - I just remember her being very very spacey most of the time, and she also sparked what was probably the biggest broohaha (how do you spell that word?) during my four years of high school; as I recall, some girl had poured chinese food on top of a guy's car. The guy was extremely extroverted - actually, I can't really think of a good word to describe him...cocky? cocksure? Well, you get the idea, to the point of being frequently obnoxious - if high school were a corporate workplace, he surely would have been fired for sexual harassment. I actually liked him because, besides occasionally being an asshole, he was very smart and funny - we played together in a band for a little while and I had gotten to sort of know him.
So, to get back to the story, after this girl pours chinese food on his car, he makes an announcement at a school assembly asking people to please respect his car. He said something to the effect of "if you have a problem with me, talk to me; don't take it out on my car." Soon after that, we arrive to school to be greeted by a huge banner reading: "You say 'respect my car.' We say 'respect our bodies.' Signed, CPS Women" It sparked a huge debate throughout the school, everybody arguing both sides of it. I wish that, at that time, I could have realized just what a wonderful place that school was. I often refer to that story when I try to explain what my school was like.
Anyway, as far as my personal interaction with Miranda goes, I don't think we ever said anything to each other, but I recall her being nice (but, like I said, spacey). I think, though, that I'd like to have coffee or something with her if I got the chance - I feel like I missed out on knowing someone really interesting in high school. After I realized that she was Miranda July, I took a quick look at her blog (hey, just b/c nobody reads mine doesn't mean that I won't read anyone else's) and there's some really great writing in there - I remember when I used to be able to write like that. Somewhere in my life, between living and breathing Unix and learning Portuguese, my ability to write like that slowly faded away. Maybe I could get it back if I practiced more.
Anyway, enough self-pity - I'm going to update flickr soon, got lots of pictures of last weekend's visitors, and this weekend we're going to CA to see Sean and Tess, as well as meet Sean's new wife, so I'm sure there will be lots of pictures of that. I think, with a lot of practice, I could eventually take a decent photograph...