Pounding on my door. I was sleeping, dang it. My flatmate H paces up and down the hall, shouting something and banging on my door and S’s. S’s girlfriend C is over too.

I get up and stumble to the door. It’s still nighttime—“What’s going on?”

“There’s a fire next door,” H repeats. “Our neighbors are evacuating.”

Leaving Apple

After seven years, I’m leaving Apple. I wrote about it on my other blog.

Contra Dancing

Last weekend I went contra dancing on a date.1 It’s been a while since I’ve done any blog posts, so sure, let’s talk about that.

Contra dancing is one of those country dance styles, like square dancing, except the primary form is two long lines facing each other (hence “contra”, “opposite”) instead of four partners in a square. There’s a sequence of…moves? steps?…that make up each dance, which the main “caller” will explain up front and then call out for the first few rounds. Or as my date put it, “it’s people making patterns with live music”.