This weekend is the big Cal-Stanford game. Won't say the rivalry is as vicious as Florida and Florida State, but it's always fun watching the two sides get at each other. One Ivy League one public, both equally reputable in the academic circle.
Crashed a Cal party at the Royal Exchange. Talk about frat party, except it was a bunch of mid twenties, early thirty year olds, reliving their days of wild parties and drunken stupor that pervades most college days. Or so I have been told. The Cal marching band was there, playing outside the Royal Exchange. People were dancing on the streets, occasionally bumping into pedestrians and other classmates they have not seen for forever.
Cal has got to be the most diverse school ever, perhaps outside of UC Davis. Given that affirmative action was scrapped years ago at this school, it has managed to maintain its diversity. I looked around and could not see or count a majority... any majority. There was an equal spread of browns, whites, and blacks. Of course one could argue that this is hardly an accurate sample. But even if all the people were not from Cal, it is a great reflection of this city to say the least.

Diversity.

Not divided, not a melting pot. I wish there were another word for diversity, since it always seems to imply some form of division.

Different, but still partying together. Perhaps not the most eloquent way of putting it, but I think you get the drift.

Isn't that great? Especially in this world so divided.