My sister is a damn College graduate!

It's a small world I move in now; at a BBQ with my sister not only were her old friends there, but a girl who I'd met on friday at my birthday, and an MFA volunteer I met in NYC during the RNC. Brie's biting commentary: "It's like MySpace but in real life." It was a good little moment there.

Being on the move has brought some zip into my step. It helps me think like a revolutionary, and by making me a little bit of an observer I'm more likely to see good things. The stickers and sencils all up and down Pratt St; the shirtless wildmen working the grill; the filmmaking, householding and wild mix of different kinds of people.

It was quite a contrast with the actual commencement the next day, which I tend to think is more for the sake of the Institution and the people who support it (read: parents) than the students so much. But the Emmerson kids in general are a different breed. Reminded me of NYU's general population in somewhat disappointing ways. I like my sister's scene. It feels more robust and organic -- oddly mature compared to the kind of aura of mainstream comfort and institutional approval that floated around the college graduates.

Anyway, I'm feeling more free and easy. It's good to be on the road. It's good to meet new people. It's good to laugh and good to talk big and good to flirt with pretty girls (even when you get the heads up via [txt] that she's gulp just eighteen) and good to get a slice on the way home. I'm looking forward to really opening it up for the road. It's going to be amazing.