Gregory Todd Williams

I miss the Stanton basement. And not because it was the Stanton basement, but because at any hour of the day, things were going on. I’ve gotten onto the schedule of waking up in the mid-late evening, and staying up until late morning and it’s great except that there are so precious few people around. At Wheaton, and especially in the basement, people were always around. Cnation was like that sometimes: common people with common interests (or at least synergistic interests) leading to a wonderful time, whether at work or play. I miss having that available whenever I want it. It seems the closest I get to that anymore is the all-too-brief conversations with Erik, usually brought on by (or consisting entirely of) perl questions and discussions. Even #foaf and #swig are silent most of the time. I miss the basement.