squirrels

there was a wellness fair at work today. seeing as i'm on the committee i had to think of people/organizations to invite to participate. i asked lyon if he'd like to come and have a table about organic/locally grown food, he said he would. so i connected him with the organizer, and plans fell into place. this morning i gave him a drive and helped him with all his goods, then went on my merry way. a couple hours later i went over to check out the scene and discovered that tim's booth was by FAR the best one there, not only in display but in interaction. tim's personality is perfect for interacting with strangers, especially about things he loves. his booth was the most busy one there, i tried to go around to the other tables even though i really wasn't interested, but i kind of felt sorry for them. jamie told me that tim's table brought a human element to the fair. i felt proud of tim, and by extension felt proud of the people in my community.

i really wanted tim to come and visit me in my cubicle, but i'm in the smaller of the two buildings – they're connected by a tunnel and you need a badge to enter and exit. brendan told me that he wouldn't be surprised if tim finds his way into my building, and sure enough he appeared at my desk. it made me laugh that brendan was right, and i think it made me exclaim extra loud "you're here!". it was cool getting to show him where i work and have a little visit with him in my space. before he came i was sure that seeing my work environment would help tim understand me better (as it would anyone), and i think it did.

david and sue came to pick him up at lunch time, i bumped into them in the parking lot when i was heading out for my walk. that gave me an opportunity to take them over to my building and show them my 8x8 blue cube too. sue was quite disturbed by the cubicle culture, it was refreshing to talk to someone who could clearly see that it's an oppressive environment. when i showed them my desk i tried to highlight the modifications i've made to make it more bearable.

when i was talking to the knickers later, she said "i met your friend tim, he's nice", then went on to say he seems like a beatnik. i wasn't certain of the definition, so i just agreed and said he's a hippie. later on i looked it up and found that a beatnik is: "a person who participated in a social movement of the 1950s and early 1960s which stressed artistic self-expression and the rejection of the mores of conventional society; a usually young and artistic person who rejects the mores of conventional" and it made me wish that i'd known that before because not only is tim a beatnik, so are most of my friends. i so wish i'd had an opportunity to tell her that, as a means of rebelliously rejecting her conventional outlook.

a man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.