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Thursday, 9.30.04: B.O.R.E.D.
Lately, I've done some brooding in these pages on my End of Days at the Institution. It is the disillusionment plot I'm working on. But where I failed as a revolutionary, I may have won out in the friendship category. Funny how that happens. Maybe life is about the relationships you have after all, not the high aims you achieved. The BORED was formed after our major project for the Cause was completed. The project was called Redesign and the women who stuck around found themselves meeting for after works drinks to, well, bitch about things. When we decided to name ourselves we became the Bitches of Redesign Enjoy Drinking, or BORED. (Maybe in my memoirs I should refer to Redesign as the Revolution. Bitches of the Revolution sounds so much cooler. And I suspect there were many at the Institution who thought of us as wild-eyed radicals. The Bolsheviks of our day.) Our membership has changed. LW was one of the founding members, but during the summer of 1999 she moved south. From my 6/6/99 journal entry:
After LW left, Maria came back to the fold after 3 years of working part-time from home. She was quickly reintegrated into the fold. We seem to be united by the spirit of Wine & Whine -- maybe that's not good. From 5/14/00:
Our lives pull us in so many different directions now that we have a hard time finding a time to get together. Summer was impossible but last night everyone was miraculously available. The themes of our conversation haven't changed much, which is probably not good. The Institution is still a strange crazy-making conglomeration of personalities and politics. All-consuming. Listening to the current waves of insanity gives me that strange expatriate feeling I get now and then. It's like I've moved to Paris and am seeing my former country only through phone calls from friends. There is a certain wistfulness and a little guilt about now being part of the fray anymore. But that's another entry...
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