Thursday, first week after Pentecost
I defy anyone to watch this video of a uke player covering JC and not fall in love. Wacky facial expression, oh my heart. Right up there with (as was pointed out to me earlier this evening at the National Address) throats and hair.
Yes, that was what I did this evening. I read poetry in public for the first time in years, and it seemed to go well. People tried to convince me there was something at the Damen pink line stop, and I was skeptical. Then we drank beers and listen to bad acoustic covers.
Then I came home and listened to really good acoustic covers for unrelated reasons. And fell in love.
Wednesday
I think there's something wrong with me; I'm singing all the time. Probably something to do with the springtime.
The only other thing going on is that I've been listening to Distortion, the latest release from The Magnetic Fields. And I've come to the realization that I really love distortion. That is, not the album itself (though that seems likely to happen as well), but rather the unifying feature of it. This should have been obvious, given my adoration of the prominently distorted Nineteen Forty-Five. It always throws me a bit to learn new things about myself; so used to the illusion that I'm fully self-aware.
Also my bike totally got stoled. That sucks.
Monday after Pentecost
"This is all in my livejournal, so you know it's true." -Dolores "Leila" Sales, 05/08/2008
In case anyone wasn't aware, I do occasionally blog elsewhere. Most recently, on The 2008 Fourdays Blog, a repository of the Judicial impressions and reflections on this past weekend's Official University of Chicago Official Scavenger Hunt. If you want the short version: One of the best weekends of my life.
I want to go to barnraisings all the time now.
Hunt Eve
"I wish I could be a Jedi. It'd be, like jjjjjck! Beer! I wouldn't use my powers for evil or for good. I'd only use my powers for beer." -Brian, 05/05/2008
So tonight Scav Hunt starts. I spent two hours last night reading all the e-mails that accumulated while I was trapped in South Dakota with no Internets. The trash talking was fantastic. It made me so happy, I wrote poems about it. This is true. Nothing else I say on the subject can be considered necessarily so until Sunday night.
Yes, so, Dylan graduated with, he claims, summa cum laude. Yes, I'm bitter. Yes, I'm glad for him. Yes, it was nice to not have any access to an Internet, and therefore a cap on the amount of homework I could do. Yes, it was terrible to not have access to an Internet, and therefore a cap on the amount of homework I could get done. I did get some arbitrarily middling amount of homework done. So while I did take Scav off from work, I can't take it off from school. Woe.
Man, I'm sick of blogging about homework. But since so many people keep asking to be kept up on how I'm keeping up on school, I guess it's merited. Also the complaining about something invariably, invariably makes dealing with it easier.
See you at midnight.
Thursday, sixth week of Easter
"Everything's in Spanish, but they won't make you a #&!* %^$@~] taco!" -Brian, 04/30/2008
So Brian's back from Spain, and he brought me the best possible souvenir: A bag of Lay's potato chips. A bag of jamon flavored potato chips. So good.
While I'm talking about things that are awesome: I am now officially three credits away from graduating instead of five (the fifth being just a grade that never got submitted, nobody panic -a quick e-mail to the professor took care of it). Half a paper, two large projects and some paperwork (id est, actually applying for a degree), and I will be sitting pretty. Yessssssssss. Couple this with getting job prospects that could actually pay my tuition in time to get the degree, and things are looking real good. Until, you know, I look at my pile of homework.
But now that I've got Matlab up and running on pyxis mali, I feel a lot more secure about going home for Dylan's graduation, in that I'll actually be able to do homework the whole time. Yay! Just what I wanted, I'm sure. I leave right after class. Well, I mean, I leave for the bus depot right after class. Now all I have to do is pack and burn mix CDs to foist on unsuspecting friends, relations, and passerby. Any requests?
Oh, and homework, of course. I haven't forgotten.
Thursday, fifth week of Easter
I woke up today two hours late with a bloody nose. Ominous tidings. Also I started on Job this week. Now I gotta run to get to campus in time to talk some sense into the registrar before class.
"Oh, to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be."
Wednesday
Skype frightens and confuses me. I accidentally called someone I think, and it keeps chirping at me. Why can't my project group meet on some kind of respectable IM client? Urgle.
Also, I'm excited, and some of you probably already know about what.
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