Woot to the Palace and what it was, is, and becomes. I certainly know that it changed over the four years that I was there in good, neutral, and bad ways. In the end, I was happier with less crazy and more comfy, but when I got there, I wanted all crazy all the time.
Don't think for an instant that *you* can't change what that Palace is. I decided at one point that I wanted the front entrance area to be a place where people came down out of their rooms and just sat, so I organized the couches, chairs, and tables and made that space into a hangout space, and I populated it with me. Before my decision, it was a storage space and a place to walk through. I was willing to just hang out in the new space and see what conversation/craziness/crap came along and then it became an awesome spot of laptop, lounge, and laughter.
So, go ahead, announce that orgy party in your room one Saturday night. I dare ya. (Not really, but if you did, it would happen, because of the craziness and magic people expect of you and the Palace.)
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Don't think for an instant that *you* can't change what that Palace is. I decided at one point that I wanted the front entrance area to be a place where people came down out of their rooms and just sat, so I organized the couches, chairs, and tables and made that space into a hangout space, and I populated it with me. Before my decision, it was a storage space and a place to walk through. I was willing to just hang out in the new space and see what conversation/craziness/crap came along and then it became an awesome spot of laptop, lounge, and laughter.
So, go ahead, announce that orgy party in your room one Saturday night. I dare ya. (Not really, but if you did, it would happen, because of the craziness and magic people expect of you and the Palace.)
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