February 3, 2005
... I remember a fascinating discussion on a beach in Monterey where we mused about the peculiar quality that made single-celled organisms come together, eventually forming us; querying her about the values and practices of Quakerism and other belief systems; discussing anthropology / social systems / the role of the artist / much more outside of a club in Santa Cruz at 1am. I also remember _really_ big hugs ... and looking at a brilliant piece of artwork on my wall, these synapses fire yet again, accompanied by a sigh.
I miss thee, indeed.
