tales from an ordinary world
2002-08-16b
Wedged into a corner in the place I usually won't go on a Friday evening, but I'm glad I made myself go along and listen. His eyes glint with the possibilities as his friend talks about stuff he's done with a particular bit of technology. It's nerdery at its finest when you've got a glass of red in your hand to help nudge the thought processes along a little bit.
Later, I'm standing outside an apartment block, thinking I'm running late. Inside, I find Bob Dylan, Buddy Holly, a book about Country Music, and I somehow manage to get them to listen to my American Analog Set CD. I feel better - humoured, even.
