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my personal fountain of youth ;-)
 ...is not a secret, not a mystery, nor any more complicated than this: hanging around kids (or having kids hang out with me, in yesterday's instance). i dunno if this works for everybody (well, i'm pretty sure it doesn't, actually) but it's a matter of osmosis... a kid's childlike nature rubs off on me, and somehow sticks. is this necessarily a good thing, one might reasonably wonder? well, it really all depends. being technically an adult, one might assume that my naivete about things in general has long disappeared, like my actual childhood has. and so, having a continuing child-like sense of wonder about things HAS to be a good thing, i maintain. better than being cynical, too.
Sunday afternoon was a good example. first to arrive was Trev, and with him he had his friend Max. as i was fiddling with something in Nik's cage, i didn't hear Trev and Max walk into my office on silent, ratlike feet, and so they startled the heck out of me when they said hi. and i turned around to see a demon from hell: Trev's hair was all spiked up, and flaming red-orange fire. (see picture in my weblog yesterday.) it was also a pleasure to get to know Max, a freshman at the SFUSD's High School of the Arts (major: dance). one of the first things he said was that he "wasn't very bright" but just about everything that came out of his mouth that afternoon gave the lie to that claim. he seemed to know so much about a lot of strange, disparate things, such as exactly how to make a molotov cocktail, and the ramifications of legalized prostitution in Amsterdam. damn! ::chuckle:: hope he takes my class next summer. he'll probably make an Ozzie-like impression on it.
 soon, Daniel and David came sauntering down the corridor... the former with his outsize, grasshopper/dragonfly dark lenses and the latter with his thirty-four -- count 'em 34! -- staples on his elbow (click on the small pic to see the larger, definitely more gruesome version: you've been warned, haha.) i couldn't help but peer at David's Frankensteinish elbow, and marveled at how waaaaay looooong the incision was. man, he certainly had a major reorganization of his arm. kudos to David for surviving this episode with flying colors. his arm is still akimbo, and will require much physical therapy to straighten out, but we're all pulling for ya, kiddo.
of course we didn't spend the whole afternoon in front of computers. it was gloriously warm outside, the air and sky clear as a bell's resonant pealing. and so i went along and became a marginally coerced witness to an instance of juvenile, uhm, shenanigans... ;-) although by the time we had wheeled the hijacked item back to Tolman, Trev insisted that i was definitely an accessory (he said he loved that word) to their, ah, caper. a few guilt feelings MAY get the better of me later this week, however, as i *might* retrieve a certain battered shopping cart, braving the stares from Shattuck Avenue denizens, as i return it to a grocery store that shall remain nameless. and no, boys, i am not soliciting your votes on this matter. ^_^ the cool square pixelation on Trev's face is because of his usual reticence in having his image plastered all over the web (or IRL for that matter).
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