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Worn Out West
Sep. 8th, 2009 12:08 pmNot just a Castro used clothing store where one of the clerks likes to make out with me, but also a state of mind.
I owe Lou a review of his young adult novel set in Oklahoma. I need to call my mother. I'm supposed to contact half a dozen guys for coffee and whatever. It's a beautiful day and I should get down to the gym early to avoid the crush.
When we lived down in Silicon Valley, there wasn't much social to do during the day, so I spent a lot of time online, as a kind of replacement for the casual socializing I can now do in The Big Room (geek talk for the real world.) Social scientists say there's a natural limit on the size of a cohesive social group (Dunbar's Number) of around 150. That is about the number of people whose stories I can keep in my head; I can recognize faces of far more, and remember names of fewer. I currently have over 400 Facebook "friends," about half of them tenuous, so I am really following about 200, which taxes my limits. If I add someone new, someone else falls out; and as I pick up offers to socialize, I forget others. I am starting to lose the ability to juggle it all.
Sunday was the day of BBQs -- left at noon, picking up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enhydrasf and Michael down in the Castro, then driving to Foster City for jeffla and likethecandybar's small affair. Fun company, great food, but we had to excuse outselves to get to the gym in San Mateo for a short workout (where I ran into pklexton and a Colt model in the lockerroom (not together.)) Then it was off to a spacious supermarket in San Carlos. "Look at all the white people!"
Picked up flowers, cheeses, and crackers, then it was off to Kate and April's house for their party, held in honor of April's mother ("Big Momma") visiting from Chicago. Interesting mix of guests, straight neighbors, gay friends, with much drinking and conversation. I ended up flirting with the straight next door neighbor, an Italian garbageman and softball coach, while his beautiful teenage daughters texted nearby. It's fun to live here....
Tuesday morning and I'm wiped out, still. I was supposed to call a guy this morning to set up coffee, and I forgot. I can't keep up.
Andzzbear and I are talking again.
For your amusement: Paul spent a lot of time on Lurid Digs, a website combining smut with bad decor and snarky criticism. I took a look after hearing him laughing, and here's my friend Steve Bottorf showing off his Lava Lamp collection. Unlike most of the photos on the site, he's totally conscious of the humor in what he's doing....
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I’m running behind
I owe Lou a review of his young adult novel set in Oklahoma. I need to call my mother. I'm supposed to contact half a dozen guys for coffee and whatever. It's a beautiful day and I should get down to the gym early to avoid the crush.
When we lived down in Silicon Valley, there wasn't much social to do during the day, so I spent a lot of time online, as a kind of replacement for the casual socializing I can now do in The Big Room (geek talk for the real world.) Social scientists say there's a natural limit on the size of a cohesive social group (Dunbar's Number) of around 150. That is about the number of people whose stories I can keep in my head; I can recognize faces of far more, and remember names of fewer. I currently have over 400 Facebook "friends," about half of them tenuous, so I am really following about 200, which taxes my limits. If I add someone new, someone else falls out; and as I pick up offers to socialize, I forget others. I am starting to lose the ability to juggle it all.
Sunday was the day of BBQs -- left at noon, picking up
enhydrasf and Michael down in the Castro, then driving to Foster City for jeffla and likethecandybar's small affair. Fun company, great food, but we had to excuse outselves to get to the gym in San Mateo for a short workout (where I ran into pklexton and a Colt model in the lockerroom (not together.)) Then it was off to a spacious supermarket in San Carlos. "Look at all the white people!"Picked up flowers, cheeses, and crackers, then it was off to Kate and April's house for their party, held in honor of April's mother ("Big Momma") visiting from Chicago. Interesting mix of guests, straight neighbors, gay friends, with much drinking and conversation. I ended up flirting with the straight next door neighbor, an Italian garbageman and softball coach, while his beautiful teenage daughters texted nearby. It's fun to live here....
Tuesday morning and I'm wiped out, still. I was supposed to call a guy this morning to set up coffee, and I forgot. I can't keep up.
And
zzbear and I are talking again. For your amusement: Paul spent a lot of time on Lurid Digs, a website combining smut with bad decor and snarky criticism. I took a look after hearing him laughing, and here's my friend Steve Bottorf showing off his Lava Lamp collection. Unlike most of the photos on the site, he's totally conscious of the humor in what he's doing....
