Smallhouse Log

Friday, Eighth Week
"We are going to establish a gold standard for hopelessness." -Babai, 02/18/2005

"They've found something buried; can you see? Can you reach? Is it a treasure? A body? ....it's a little of each." :This is why Robots from the Future are awesome.

This has been a fairly unsatisfactory week, with the exception of today. Today was pretty rad. I could havedone without most of the rest of it, though. And now, the Internets are down. Well, ours is, anyway.

We have mice. I don't know what they think they're going to eat.

I love how "It's on my desk" is synonymous with "I lost it".

Thursday

So. I go to the reading folder, print out the reading -there's only one- and read it. It's a short story called "The Cannery Boat". I go to write my response on the class bulletin board, and it's all like 'Naomi, Naomi, Naomi'. Hmm. So I run down the hall and ask Kari, who's in a different section, what's up. She tells me a novel, Naomi, was also assigned and, bless her, lends it to me. Aw, shucks. So I wrote the TA explaining the situation, and have read the first half before taking a break to czech my e-mail and write this. Haven't heard back yet. Where, I want to know, was this assigned?

I totally shouldn't have to buy books for this class. Even if they are enjoyably comical ones which are kind of a more altruistic, Japanese version of Lolita. Bah!

Wednesday
"That's funnier than Joel's head!" -Jo, 02/14/2005

I think things are alright now. She surprised me with a card and Her Majesty on vinyl (which is, incidentally, so awesome I.... yeah), but then I made her a valentine and served her breakfast in bed. And apparantly, it's not that she doesn't like flowers at arbitrary times; it's that she only likes them from certain people. So.

This is why I like well-defined holidays. May Day. Christmas. Easter. Birthdays. I know what to do for those. It's these more-recently-widely-celebrated holidays, the ones fueled by capitalism, that I don't really get. Eh. I'll learn.

Tired of Tricky's wall being blank, I finally fixed it, with a little help from the GSB. He's now been "DECORATION'D!!!", something I made sure I pointed out to him. Last time I did major decorations:

    Tricky: "How long has that pirate flag been hanging up?"
    Ian: *amused disbelief*
    T: "It hasn't been like a week or anything, has it?"
    I: "I hung it up just now. That's what I was hammering. That's why I borrowed your hammer."
    T: "While I was sitting at my desk?"
    I: "Yes. While you were sitting right there at your desk, that's what I was noisily hammering into the wall, with the hammer I just borrowed from you."
    T: "Oh."

OK, that might be a little unfair to Patrick, but that's how I remember it.

Leah, for over an hour now, has been napping on the 7M loveseat. I took a picture of her. She's so cute!

That evening

I love her, I trust her, but I don't understand her.

The converstaion went something like:

    She: You need to go do your homework.
    I: I'm going to go do my homework.
    She: You always choose the wrong thing!

But I need to dom homework, so here I am, in the lab, doing homework. Ashley tells me I should buy her something red and pink, but I thought she said she didn't want to do anything. Maybe I should make her a valentine or something.

"I don't know, build her a cake or something."

On a completely different note, I just noticed for the first time a largeplanter, containing a tree, outside the east doors of the Regenstein. Has that always been there?

Valentine's Day, Seventh Week
"Just take the scientific approach. Right. It hasn't worked yet." -Babai, 02/14/2005

I'm baking muffins! Again! Just gotta wait for the oven to pre-heat.

So I'm thinkin' it's about time for a concert run-down. First, the Bottom Lounge. Now, I hadn't been to BL before, but it seemed an alright sort of place. I plan to go back and catch another show there in about a week. The bands: First, The Record Release -unremarkable local group of five guys. Second, Open-Heart Surgery -also unremarkable. Next, Brantson, the band we came to see. They were quite good; not necessarily good enough to make me want to buy a CD, though. But a vinyl? Well, since it's on the cheaps.... So I now own one of their albums on vinyl; got the last one, actually. Their song "Leaving Ohio" is not, unfortunately, up to my (admittedly high) 'songs about Ohio' par, however. Best part of their set: covering "Cry Me a River", and actually making it sound good. Not just good, but kick-ass. I want that cover, I tell you.

I deem this mostly incomprehensible. I'll run-down the Folk Festival later, then.

So I spent the afternoon re-living my youth through music, and I must say, it does recommend itself.

That evening
"This has been done this way for a thousand years. Can we expect to improve upon that?" [pause] "Yes, we can." -Babai, 01/10/2005

How could I have neglected "So now I'll have another all-nighter for breakfast"?

Apologies to Alice, who apparantly does not wish to be referred to as 'Alicious' while being quoted. But, hey, it was too good to not put somewhere.

I feel bad that I had misread the e-mail granting me an extension and telling me I need to be more attentive while reading the syllabus. My error? The paper is actually due at midnight.

Which is now actually close enough for me to be properly motivated to work on it.

Literally, just a few minutes later
"You wouldn't know flirtatious conversation if it bit you on the ear." -Alice, 02/09/2005

To which the response, just so ya'll know, was something along the lines of, "I've just about had enough of your lip."

Caught another one: "Is respect considered a breakfast food?" Another repeat, I know, but for this, you must forgive me.

Alright, back to hyperbole.