We have a cool Dutch couchsurfer staying with us this week, as part of her 5-week journey through bits of the U.S. and Canada. Some Italians are coming later tonight. This is summer: staying with others in different countries, and others from different countries staying with me.
Last night I had a dream that someone I haven’t seen in years, an old friend turned non-friend turned lost ghost, stole my Satipo machete and first tried to kill me with it, then ran away so I couldn’t get the machete back. I chased her to a restaurant where she worked. She had hid the machete in the industrial kitchen, and I tried to fight her to get it back. I was really nuts without my machete. Perhaps this is the kind of dream you have when you hang a very large weapon/tool next to your bed.
And now I have to make an August to-do list, which will illustrate exactly how sickeningly academic my life has become, not that I am complaining in the least:
- Contact a host for Humboldt Fellowship application
- Submit Peru project proposal
- Nail down thesis topic on m-governance, prepare presentation for Sept.
- Write article for CMS magazine
- Finish organizing Peru video clips, edit a cut for C4
- Write paper or propose workshop for Berlin technology & society conference
- Update on PE web development, including design, to NYC partners pre-Thailand trip
- Skype conference with P. in Lima re: video interview with CEO
- Glass Lab documentary: post to MIT Tech TV and other sites
- Come up with syllabus amendments for Digital Poetry class
- Clean bathroom
This is drastically different from one year ago, when my to-do list consisted of eating cookies and buying flip flops. How far we’ve come!
I keep having nightmares about octopus. The moral of that story is never watch your friend eat baby octopus — whole — at a sushi bar, or anywhere else for that matter. Last night’s dream was about a girl at a pet shop who took care of this one little octopus and loved it, but I bought it off her, then I didn’t take care of it, then it stung me and crawled on me, then it became a giant spider and the girl picked it up. I returned it to her, told her to keep it and love it because I couldn’t, I didn’t want it after all, it was a scary aggressive octopus for Pete’s sake. [Cue