Love for phreeduhm

Since I've known you, you've started and left a career in software development, gone to India, Pakistan, and Afghanistan, designed (and started to build) a cool house, and began a new life as an artist. I love the way you live -- you dream the most beautiful, wonderful dreams, and then you go out and live them.

And I love the way you move through the world. The way you occupy space has a grace that always strikes me.

Love for cous_cous

You have a wonderful ability to make me laugh (in a good way), combined with an insight that I always appreciate. You helped a great deal to make the first difficult months easier, and it was a truly wonderful surprise to find such a good friend when I moved here, becasue I certainly wasn't expecting it. I think that if more people got to know you, you'd be beset by more social engagements than you could handle.

Love for jascha

I don't even know where to start. 13 years, and many incarnations of friendship later (not to mention the cracked ribs and concussion) it may be that there are some things I don't have words for.

Do you see yourself as being as self-actualized as I see you, I wonder? I wouldn't ever say you've always known exactly where you're going, but you certainly know where you are, and, it seems to me, who you are. Whether you're actually fearless or not, you certainly live your life that way, and it's something I've always admired and envied.

There are very few people in this world that I would open the door to at 10pm when they'd been expected at 7, but that you're at the head of that list.

Here and gone

It's now a week since I flew to Toronto. I took a bunch of pictures there, intending to make an entertaining travelogue. Unfortunately, the available technology disagreed with me, and so I have no pictures. Since I have no pictures, you get no travelogue.

Suffice to say it was a good, if wierd, trip. Good because I saw the friends and family I badly needed to see, and wierd because it was the least vacation-like vacation I've ever had -- vacations are supposed to have an otherness to them, and when you get somewhere and it's essentially coming home, it plays a bit of havoc with your head.

Now I'm home, and Ross is leaving tomorrow morning for his trip. John is with me this weekend, though he'll be spending a lot of time with his grandparents and aunt (and sister, with any luck).

Like that.