Backlog: A great weekend

We visited Simon's parents over the weekend to get a bit of a break from the city. His sister had moved to New York, so I stayed in her room. Simon was working through a particularly thorny business problem. He had to make a few really difficult decisions, but it was very good for him to have the support of his parents. Being able to feed raccoons was also quite calming!

We met Mike Edmonds' parents and sister while Simon was giving me a tour of the places in his neighborhood, so the tour turned into a wonderful conversation instead. The mists settled on the fields, forming a perfect backdrop for our chat.

Then we headed to Zest to join his parents and their friends, with whom they had had prior dinner arrangements. I chatted with Masumi in what little Japanese I'd retained from my six-month technical internship there, and was briefly introduced to Rob (who turned out to have the same birthday as I do). Sally and Greg asked me about my research, and I explained a bit more about what I do. It was nice meeting them.

On the way back, Simon showed me Trinity, a school he'd gone to before. The large brick buildings in a beautifully laid-out complex and the fact that the school drew people from all over the world made me wonder once again what I could've done with resources like that. I told him about my occasional frustration with schooling in the Philippines and how I'd once thought of taking my undergrad in the US. (He was surprised to hear that I got 1590 on my SATs, having missed one math question - but standardized tests are just standardized tests...) He was quick to remind me that such speculation was useless and that our experiences help make us into whatever we are. Besides, he reminded me, my schools were pretty good too—he'd heard me rhapsodize about them often enough. Good to be reminded of these things when I forget, even momentarily.

The next day, his business problem came to a head. The situation was quite stressful, but firm decisions were necessary. It was instructive seeing him work under such pressure from all sides.

His mom suggested a walk through the woods around their house, so Simon and I headed off while discussing his business situation. Carefully navigating through fallen leaves and branches with my slippers, I was alarmed when Simon looked back and casually pointed out poison ivy. Poison ivy! I reminded him that not everyone grows up learning what poison ivy looks like and that he very well might go traipsing around in his pants and closed shoes, but I (in malong and slippers, no less!) had no idea what to avoid. He laughed, apologized, and pointed out a clear path. (Next time, I'm wearing hiking boots.)

He kept trying to find something that suited everyone. When he realized that he couldn't, he did the difficult but right thing.

In the meantime, his dad and I had a number of great thought-provoking conversations about corporations enroaching upon the private life, what a good life is, and other topics. I enjoyed stretching my mind and learning from other people. =)

I also managed to get most of the way through a new edition of "Spirit of the Web", one of the books his father wrote about technologies for communication. =) I laughed at a lot of the stories he'd dug up about the history of radio and other techs. Quinn Fung had it as the textbook for one of her courses, so I can chat with her about it.

His mom told me a few more stories about the raccoons that regularly visit them, too. It was fun feeding them peanuts. Oh, and I saw a hummingbird! =) They're so cute!

I'm happy with the weekend. Although it meant moving things around a bit and having the rest of my week a little bit tighter, it was the best way I could've spent that time. (And yes, that's even considering the BuskerFest... <laugh>)

I'm looking forward to visiting them again. I've been sternly warned not to bring them any more gifts. <laugh> See, I baked cookies for his mom and his sister the first time I was there - it was their birthdays, so I had an excuse. Then I couldn't help think of them when I saw those cat postcards in the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. =) Now I am tempted to get a baking pan, an inside joke about that delectable peach pie which was made of peaches so juicy that they overflowed and burned into the pan.

A good weekend indeed.