Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder

13 Jun 2002, 23:20 p.m.

Last night, I hung out with Zack, and tonight I…

Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.

Last night, I hung out with Zack, and tonight I hung out with Adam. Very necessary, these visits. I'd go insane if all my social contact were school and home and a bit of Leonard.

More later on cool stuff from those conversations. I'm tired. But I will tell you that, while walking down Woolsey in residential Berkeley, I saw a canonical American Beauty-style house, picket fence and all, in front of which stood a very strange fixture. It was a wrought-iron pole, about as high as a pole upon which a mailbox might sit, topped by an iron sculpture of a horse's head. From the horse's head hung a largish ring. Adam said it resembled a knocker without a door. I could imagine tying a dog's leash to the ring, perhaps. There was no other obvious explanation for this artifact. Go ahead, walk on the north side of Woolsey between College and Shattuck. Somewhere you'll see it.