Fire Post

[garran]

Waiting for the bus on the way home from rehearsal today, I met a man who said that his apartment building was in the process of burning down, and gave him twenty dollars to get into a hostel for the night. (It's possible that it was a con*, but I'm comfortable about the degree to which I was convinced. He was clearly very shaken - he kept crying, just a little - but proud, and struggling to stay together.) He made arrangements to come to Langara and pay me back tomorrow - apparently he is one of those who is very uncomfortable about accepting charity, and hates to feel that something is owed. I might call this 'conscientious capitalism', and it's a little like vegetarianism, in that I don't share it, but I respect the idiosyncracies of those who do.

I feel like I ought to have more paragraphs, but nothing else that happened to me today was so striking as that was.

(*: A confidence game, not a convention.)

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Greetings!

[armedwithanoboe.livejournal.com]

So apparently I am supposed to either make my post with pics of Rachel public, or just friend you so that you can see it. I have obviously chosen the latter. I hope this is an acceptable choice. ;) I still find it weird that I have yet to meet you, in spite of having heard about you for years.

Re: Greetings!

[garran.livejournal.com]

Hallo! ^^ Thank you!

I rather feel as if I ought to have met you, as well, although, since our common factor is Rachel, and each of us live so far away from her, it isn't logistically so surprising. Perhaps we could contrive one day to visit at the same time - or would she explode...?

(Actually, even more sensible-yet-daring might be for Rachel and I to someday converge on you, your being in the middle and all. Hmmm!)


-Andy H.