Hm, this headed in an interesting directionsilentpalmsSeptember 11 2008, 23:55:31 UTC
The Dog Days of summer were something of - ah - a "little death" for Rachel that year. Her roommate was certainly not helping the situation, as she sat on the bed, staring at her computer screen. She was an accidental roommate, really, the result of searching for housing through craigslist on slightly too short of notice. The degree progress wasn't really helpful. Graduation was a synonym for becoming unemployed, in the economy as it was at the time. And the summer itself -- well, suffice it to say she could barely stand going outside between noon and 5pm, the sun tortured her so.
But the internet. Oh, the internet, she had found, was her constant companion. All she had to do was sit at home, or go back to her old university campus and sit around, or hole up in a café somewhere with WiFi. Her friends across the country were in similar situations. Where to go, they wondered, in an economy that could barely come up with enough money to fund the food industries?
The answer was to give up, they finally concluded. And so it was, by the heights of August, that Rachel was packing her car and handing the keys to that oppressive room off to its next inmate. She was bound for St. Louis, where she was going to meet with an assortment of college classmates, high school classmates, and their high school and college associates, scattered throughout the states, to try to do what their great-grandparents had done: set themselves up with a life that supported itself, instead of relying on the local fickle market.
They had the oldest goal in mind: to build themselves a home and a life with their hands and their backs.
But the internet. Oh, the internet, she had found, was her constant companion. All she had to do was sit at home, or go back to her old university campus and sit around, or hole up in a café somewhere with WiFi. Her friends across the country were in similar situations. Where to go, they wondered, in an economy that could barely come up with enough money to fund the food industries?
The answer was to give up, they finally concluded. And so it was, by the heights of August, that Rachel was packing her car and handing the keys to that oppressive room off to its next inmate. She was bound for St. Louis, where she was going to meet with an assortment of college classmates, high school classmates, and their high school and college associates, scattered throughout the states, to try to do what their great-grandparents had done: set themselves up with a life that supported itself, instead of relying on the local fickle market.
They had the oldest goal in mind: to build themselves a home and a life with their hands and their backs.
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