Monday, August 22, 2005
i've had 3 straight days of non-food, broken by one decent but guilt-inducing meal of chicken rice at thompson last night. it began with the vicarious lunch i ate on saturday afternoon. sitting in dome for a few hours- enough to span the changeover from breakfast to lunch, we were treated to random food smells wafting out of the kitchen and changing every 25 minutes. so first it would be toast, then toasty-coffee, then coffee, then coffee-muffin, then muffin, then muffin-roast ham, then roast ham.. you get the idea. it was like olfactory musical fountains. when lunch came around, the total effect of the breakfast smells merging with the lunch smells and getting stirred together by the (unexpectedly large and damp) crowd, was quite nauseating. add to that the prolonged sight of food being served, noisily and rapidly obliterated,and almost immediately replenished, and it all made for a very huge meal. so i left dome at 12 feeling dizzyingly full, despite not having eaten anything.the camb thing was almost..surreal. it was... i have to say it, set in someone's bungalow, in this shire-looking place which gave foreign vibes. in front of the house was this piece of EMPTY GRASSLAND which looked like it should be lined with temperate vegetation and filled with sheep. in the house was a roman catholic priest with an italian name and full ceremonial garb, and who turned out to have nothing to do with the camb event at all, but which added to my general disorentation. i left after half an hour, which was when the event started.
last stop was the pie club at china street. met some of the dsg guys and other designers/design students in/going uk. eugene definitely goes under "connectors". i learned something very interesting about fashion retailing. i ate...pie.
and then i rushed, really rushed back, because deb and gid were waiting at my big black impenetrable gate. in the end only 5 people came, and deb had to leave early. i can't help getting discouraged, not by numbers per se, but by the lack of commitment. its not like i'm super spiritual and bemoan everyone else's secular saturday night priorities-- i for one would much rather have had a chocolate buffet at fullerton or gone to listen to music, than sit in my room with 4 people and eat a dinner comprising of a peanut butter toast and milk. except for responsibility, and then some. so i guess its kind of for more selfish reasons that i feel discouraged. like, if i make sacrifices, why can't others too? but then that's just s stupid thing to think- nobody would do anything if everybody thought that way. and anyway, its not supposed to matter what other people do. come rain or hail or chocolate buffet, i guess i should always hope to be hungry for the things that matter.
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