Time accelerates exponentially, it seems. I had three more weeks on campus before my sublease ended and I moved to Rick in Sonoma for another week, and it all went by so fast. I was mostly working on our JBI paper, but also enjoyed the sun and more steaks.
Eventually, people arrived on campus. Had some very funny evenings with a couple of new grad students, introduced them to the Austrian way of Åviechan. Thanks for your couch, Jonny!
On my last weekend, I went twice to the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival, a free three-day festival in Golden Gate Park in the heart of San Francisco. So many funny, crazy people there! It seems that for some Californians, the 60s never ended. I particularly enjoyed the performance of Buckethead on Saturday, a rather non-bluegrassy mixture of jazz and hard rock—and yes, he really wears a bucket on his head while playing his various guitars.
I sold my bike—will miss you so much, dear blue beach cruiser! And when I left on Monday, something happened that hasn’t happened for a few months: It started raining.
Now all that’s left to say is, it’s been an awesome summer, goodbye, thanks for reading, and hope to see you soon! I’ll be back.