post-hacking tonight i went to a local bar. there was a cover band playing called "bulls on parade". rather unique; i've never heard a rage against the machine cover band live and they did a great job.
there was a group of women who were obviously together. as the music got louder they receded to a quieter area. a group of guys went up to them in between sets and they started pairing off .. and then .. it was women on one side and guys on the other.
i had to know.
so i went up and asked what the dynamics were. apparently they all knew each other! and apparently the guys were not so great at sealing the deal. it was like being at a grade school dance: a line down the middle separating girls from boys.
so we talked for a while. they (female) asked what i did while they (guys) brooded. i explained what i did (guys: improving the world through freedom is a big seller. trust me). they (female) asked about my shirt, i explained about linux conf australia, tux and penguins. they were all attentive. so i asked what they did.
they said: guess.
so i went around the table and guessed. i nailed every single guy's profession and then lied about what i thought each girl might do. the women were amazed at how accurate i was about the guys (out of work, construction, english major; even though each looked superficially like the other) and how off i was about them (never let a woman know you know anything about them; they love to think mystery is what cloaks them) ..
the guy next to me (the out of work one) looks at me unhappily. i say "how are you holding up?" he says "great, until you came. you can leave whenever you want."
mission accomplished. i went and and danced to the second set and bought the two birthday girls in the group (that's why everyone was out) tequila .. and left.
walking home as the snow fell, i looked up and across.. clouds, stars, people and sky.
we'll call 3 days from now "next year" but it's all constructions of our perception. just like everyone in the club tonight.
i thought of the svn commits i'll do tomorrow and smiled. yeah. KMimeActions.
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you're sooooo cruel ;-)
Playa playa :)
One would expect the intellectuals among us to have higher standards, but apparently the not so subtle blue-collar psychological manipulations of the bar scene aren't only for the vapid. :(
A Linux based Shirt?? You can take a geek from his code but not the code from his thoughts.
Nice post. Watch out, you're in danger of falling into German Idealism there; attractive but unsustainable ;-).
@anonymous: " the not so subtle blue-collar psychological manipulations of the bar scene aren't only for the vapid"
for the record i'm more blue- than white-collar. i came from a salt-of-the-earth family, lived in salt-of-the-earth communities and still find a lot more in common with the people who actually work for a living than the people who live in ivory or glass-n-steel towers.
i find your categorization of people along lines of working class to be crass and unfortunate.
love, a working man.
KMimeActions? You mean like KTrappedInABox or KWalkingAgainstWind?
(Notice how I skipped over the women stuff to zero in on the geek content?)
> love, a working man.
does that carry any of the same connotations as "a working girl"?
we should get you a t-shirt with "stir here" written on it. :P
You sound creepy.
Egoistic
nice. I might not get linux, but it sure is sexy when someone else does.
The geeks always seem to get the ladies where I come from. Time to become one I think.
Mark
Tony Robbins
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