Bon Iver at the Greek Theater in Berkeley. Unbelievable concert at my favorite venue. It’s always trippy for me to think that this is the same stage where I gave my college graduation speech 14 years ago.

A couple sits next to me at my regular breakfast spot. The woman tells the waittress that her husband cooked a special meal for her last night. He describes the meal (prosciutto-wrapped-something, goat-cheese-stuffed-something, creme-fraiche-something, etc), and the waittress oohs and aahs. They share a laugh about how long it’s been since he last cooked for her. He makes some joke about a martini being “shaken, not stirred”, and she laughs nervously.
And I’m like “oh-shit-ha-ha-what-a-funny-old-couple! With their old couple banter and shit! They’re not even that old, and they’re acting all old and bantery!”
Then I notice a little bit of Rogaine Foam on my shirt. And I’m like “fuck, I must have been extra tired this morning…think I didn’t get to bed until 11.”
- Sandeep

Without a major bailout, it seems the US Postal Service is about to go bankrupt. I feel bad for mailmen (mail people?), but I can’t really think of anything I would miss about snail mail. Maybe it’s just time for snail mail to rest its slimy shell next to the telegraph and rotary phone (just leave the light on for fax machines and printers).
I guess there is one thing I’d miss: birthday cards from grandparents, aunts, etc. Beyond the way their scrawled messages of love mesh (or don’t) with the stock birthday card they happened to choose, I also love the tiny bit of randomness-how the cards all arrive within a 4 day time frame around your birthday, because no one really knows how to time a letter.
When the postal service goes bankrupt, I guess the card-senders will just write on our Facebook walls.