A note on a friend of mine’s blog got me thinking. She wrote, “i am in new york now, where people are about Doing, rather than Being, as seems to be the case in san francisco.”
I know that she’s right. This is a constant battle for me because i came to SF to do and yet most of my friends are practicing being. Of course, perhaps that’s precisely why i like SF. I feel a constant state to rebel against whatever is the norm in a given location. If people are being in SF, no wonder i’m hyper-doing. Hell, my vegetarianism has gone completely out of the door in SF; i’ve stopped doing yoga; i have little tolerance for the new agey shit (even though i kinda adored it in Boston). I wonder how conservative i’ll get here…
At least i know that i’ll never get conservative enough to appreciate the circus that just abrupted here yesterday. And if one more person makes an Ahhhnold joke, i’ll kill them. (Hmm… i shouldn’t really not develop violent instincts in SF… that would be bad.)
Funny thing is, I moved (back) to SF because of the people Doing. Maybe New York is some crazy everyone-and-their-mom-building-and-creating place, but I think one’s view of SF definitely depends on the circles they run around.
Some scenes I’ve seen going-off: laptop music, video jockey, p2p-hacker, social net hacker.
And all those burning man art projects …
Of course, I feel quite an identity with the culture here and I am grateful for being able to just be from time to time.
*shrug*
brainsik: I second that. It all depends on the crowd you hang with. I look around here and all I see is a bunch of Brazilian-band-starting, fire-sculpting, power-tool-drag-racing, human-beatboxing, independent-filmmaking, vj-ing, vday-ing lazy bums. You all should get a job. 🙂
Cassidy
brainsik: I second that. It all depends on the crowd you hang with. I look around here and all I see is a bunch of Brazilian-band-starting, fire-sculpting, power-tool-drag-racing, human-beatboxing, independent-filmmaking, vj-ing, vday-ing lazy bums. You all should get a job. 🙂
Cassidy
Hi Dana. Shrug off the norms around you. Don’t drink the Kool Aid, put it in your hummingbird-feeder. Sounds good to me.
How was Foo Camp, fer fook’s sake? Do tell.
Sean