So I have this program due in exactly 25 hours and, yeah, I'm dangerously close to screwed.

I had a Big Game ticket, but didn't end up using it. I don't know. The opportunity to go to a Salvation Army soup kitchen in San José came along and I signed up without being fully cognizant of the conflict. But, oh well. Big Game will always be there. And while I don't feel like I formally contributed very much (we just waited around for a long time, then cleaned up the dining area), it was certainly a learning experience for me. I don't feel like I can just regurgitate all of the crazy stories we heard, but they certainly raised a lot of questions in my mind about homelessness, college, right...

I'm not sure how involved I'd like to get with the issue of homelessness and hunger. My experience in the past has been a little bit higher on the socioeconomic scale: Habitat is targeted toward families with steady but low incomes. It's a program whose efficacy I am confident in; I don't know if branching out to hunger will broaden my mental horizons via new experiences, or simply be another overcommitment to squeeze into Saturday mornings.

Around 1am, a slightly eclectic bunch of us biked about a mile over to the dry bed of Lake Lagunita, then headed into the center of the depression. Even with the perimeterial glow of the surrounding dorms and houses and a thin fog that had curled itself up within the bowl of Lake Lag, the meteors were amazing.

It must be said that I was at first a little disappointed that everyone was either too drunk or too tired for the 30-minute bike up Page Mill Road into the Los Altos Hills that we'd tentatively planned earlier. Yet I guess I'm starting to learn that life isn't always about taking the most obscure, masochistic path, except when you are bushwacking up a mountain before dawn. Even scattered across a couple of square miles, we could still hear other groups chatting and joking amongst themselves just as we were, and joining in the awed, collective ooh's and ahh's when especially bright meteors whizzed by. Humans are communal creatures by nature, I suppose, and Lake Lag had its own magic tonight.