First Reactions
Housing: A
For the next 2 months, I am living in a small co-op just South of Stanford University. It is on Oberlin Street. The co-op consists of 12 folks living in 2 houses and two converted garages. I live in the south converted garage, which has the main kitchen in it. The day I moved in (yesterday) was graduation, so there was a party here yesterday afternoon and evening. I had some snacks, figured out my route to work using gmaps & a hacked version of gmaps (check out my route), and took a practice ride out to my work place.
Basically, the people here are amazingly friendly, loving, and wonderful. I don't know if I'll hang out with them much for the rest of the time, but at least yesterday they were nothing but welcoming. I think we're going to have some co-op style dinners going, and I'll try to cook once a week before Menlo owns my life, so that should be a good way of getting to know people.
Job: B(+)
Today I began my internship. The school is beautiful and the people are ridiculously nice. I am going to be doing a lot of work with coordinating the post-concert receptions and the reserved seating for the festival. I get to use a new Macbook at work, and I have a desk in a photo classroom with 9 other people -- everyone gets a desk. But those quarters are only for 3 weeks, after which we move to our central command station in the main building.
The people that I'm working with are extremely competent, and I think my work is going to be mostly satisfying. I asked for a development internship, and that's what I got. I believe the only big bummer that I'm facing is the promise of being able to attend many fewer concerts than I expected, since I will have to leave soon after the beginning of any program after which there is a reception ... of which there will be many. Oh well. I have now learned that if I will be heavily committed to a particular arts organization, I need to be near other arts organizations, so that I can attend their concerts when I'm not working my own.
By the way, I'm lying on a trampoline in my back yard, and there are plums ready to be eaten on the tree right next to me, so really nothing could be that bad.
For the next 2 months, I am living in a small co-op just South of Stanford University. It is on Oberlin Street. The co-op consists of 12 folks living in 2 houses and two converted garages. I live in the south converted garage, which has the main kitchen in it. The day I moved in (yesterday) was graduation, so there was a party here yesterday afternoon and evening. I had some snacks, figured out my route to work using gmaps & a hacked version of gmaps (check out my route), and took a practice ride out to my work place.
Basically, the people here are amazingly friendly, loving, and wonderful. I don't know if I'll hang out with them much for the rest of the time, but at least yesterday they were nothing but welcoming. I think we're going to have some co-op style dinners going, and I'll try to cook once a week before Menlo owns my life, so that should be a good way of getting to know people.
Job: B(+)
Today I began my internship. The school is beautiful and the people are ridiculously nice. I am going to be doing a lot of work with coordinating the post-concert receptions and the reserved seating for the festival. I get to use a new Macbook at work, and I have a desk in a photo classroom with 9 other people -- everyone gets a desk. But those quarters are only for 3 weeks, after which we move to our central command station in the main building.
The people that I'm working with are extremely competent, and I think my work is going to be mostly satisfying. I asked for a development internship, and that's what I got. I believe the only big bummer that I'm facing is the promise of being able to attend many fewer concerts than I expected, since I will have to leave soon after the beginning of any program after which there is a reception ... of which there will be many. Oh well. I have now learned that if I will be heavily committed to a particular arts organization, I need to be near other arts organizations, so that I can attend their concerts when I'm not working my own.
By the way, I'm lying on a trampoline in my back yard, and there are plums ready to be eaten on the tree right next to me, so really nothing could be that bad.
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