a long time ago, dave and i met a guy named dav. i don’t remember how we met him. i think dave is my only friend remaining from that time who remembers dav. i remember dav came and worked on rob k.’s film with us, and i know he was one of the folks involved in the infamous trip to DC to see Man…. or Astroman?, during which a group of about seven of us went to record stores, ate ethiopian food, and completely missed the MoA show. then found we were locked out of the parking garage where we’d parked. maybe he was just an alt.music.chapel-hill regular at a time when you could put together a road trip to see a band just by posting to the group.
so dav is now living in san francisco, and he’s got a blog, and one or the other of us found his blog a year or so ago. and now he crops up from time to time. bored tonight, i read “justin hall’s blog”:http://links.net/ for the first time in a while.
(justin i learned about through a documentary called “home page,”:http://imdb.com/title/tt0144969/ and it turns out that he was a student at swarthmore at the same time dave was working as a sysadmin there, though he passed under dave’s radar at the time.)
so justin had a party, and dav went to justin’s party. i wrote to dave and said, “it had to happen sometime”. i guess “it” is that someone we knew would wind up hanging out with justin hall, the man who may be considered the original blogger. or one of them. certainly the person who introduced me to the concept of the online diary.
so i went out to dav’s blog and then on to his girlfriend’s blog.
i think his girlfriend is japanese. as in, moved to san francisco from japan to be with dav. and, possibly, to work with the six apart people? she mentions in her blog, “hanging out with the six apart crew”. (six apart are the people who wrote the software i am using right now to run this blog.)
pretty japanese girl. persued across not just continents but an entire ocean by a brilliant and nice-looking boy who ditched north carolina for the more exciting world of san francisco.
do these people live in another world or what?
i’m not saying that i really want to live in that world, when i really break it down and think about it. but on the surface of it, yeah, i wish i was a pretty japanese girl who apparently is so special, she is worth persuit across great geographies.