One of the nice things about being the age I am in 2008 is the way I can follow what my friends are up to without having to actually, you know, talk to them. (A close second: not receiving copious AARP mailings like Pax.)
The whole social networking thing is obvious, but one thing that has pleasantly surprised me is people documenting special experiences via blogs.
My friend Alli is describing her experience on a Fulbright scholarship in Peru. Her blogging has dropped off recently (for which she apologizes in every post), but she has some interesting observations. In her most recent post she covered a few weeks’ worth of activity. Included in this was celebrating Halloween in Peru, and watching the US election of Barack Obama unfold:
We also celebrated the wonderful victory of Barack Obama and the democrats in general this past Nov. 4th. we had a party at Jan-Jacques house in san blas, and he cooked Indonesian Gadou-gadou, apple pie, and pizzas for the occasion. i brought two cakes that were supposed to say “Obama” on them… but due to a slight misunderstanding regarding the similar pronunciation of the English B and the Spanish V, I brought my two “Ovama” cakes to the party. hilarious, and delicious.
My friend and former editor Niraj has recently traveled to India with his family, after finishing up work in San Francisco. Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘Didn’t they have some sort of terrorist thing in India recently? Gee, I hope that kid wasn’t affected.’ That’s very sweet of you to care, actually. Oh, and he’s fine, though he was close:
My parents and I left the Mumbai train station the day before yesterday, about eight hours before the shooting there began. We’re all fine, just sad and disappointed. [...] I landed in Mumbai on Tuesday The flight was broken into two approximately nine-hour legs (San Francisco to London and London to Mumbai) with a seven-hour wait in London. It sucked, of course, but I did meet a cool Portuguese couple who spent four months in Mumbai in 2006 and were on their way back. In the interim two years they rented out two houses, one of which they built. (Random aside: the guys who run the Internet cafe where I’m writing this are blasting “Lean Back.”)
I’m excited to follow each of their journeys and Niraj in particular is a great writer (Alli probably is too, having hailed from the finest institution in the land).
But, hey, I’m doing cool stuff too. Like yesterday, I owned my brother, who’s five years younger, in basketball. We played on 8 ft. hoops. And we were both winded with the score at 4-2. And then I celebrated doing the “Lean Back”.