Actually...Lisandro's party seemed to work. Not only did I meet a few new amazing people, but we created (with only a hand, a marker, and a girl's face) possibly the most adorable example of stop-motion animation ever. Woot!

Today I believe I will do something constructive. First--take up Adam's offer of volunteerism. Second--perhaps Ultimate in Koon's Park with Ben and the crew. Third--do what needs to be done regarding thank you notes, CONA, etc. And then--who knows!

Some Whitman is in order at this time. "Song of Myself", 52:

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me . . . . he complains of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed . . . . I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the word.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowed wilds.
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air . . . . I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.