Untitled

i went to visit granny today. she's in the hospital seriously sick. I took the N to UCSF. As we exited the Church Street tunnel, I admired the bike mural. It really is one of my favorite pieces of art. I like the picture of a bike utopia that it presents.

In my mind, I picture the co-op as a mini-utopia. Or perhaps, in my dream. A place where people live healthily and sustainably and harmoniously. Everyone recycles, the house is well-insulated and energy-efficient, meals are nutritious and made from locally grown, organic stuff. But I guess not everyone wants the same thing for the house. And we get bogged down with the mundane details of everyday life which have to be attended to. Maintenance. Workshifts. Ordering food. I do not envy the job of the kitchen manager.

But I like to think my dream is not too far-fetched.