Sunday, September 16
I have essentially sequestered myself in my apartment all weekend. Friday night's highlight was a two-piano jam (my second trip to Lang this year) with Ben starting from Gershwin and ranging through classical, blues, ragtime, salsa, Missy Elliott, and dissonanty minimalist sections. Then I played a solo piano rendition of "Little Plastic Castle" for Ester and Ben played "Lean on Me" and "Chameleon." We debated about what videos to rent from McCabe, ended up with Vertigo which we didn't watch but instead read Vonnegut anti-war stories to each other and then Becca and Ester watched a version of "Six Characters" which put me to sleep as well.
Yesterday Nate took me to the bizarre funhouse that is Ikea to purchase a blue CD shelf which I then assembled and filled. Ester ran off with Matt and quashed our tentative plans to go into the city (for the second night in a row), but we had a series of visitors: Michelle made a delicious lemon grass soup and black-bean "dofu" with Joel, Sam came by and grooved to Atlas Soul, Adam Rogers, a bit tipsy, bombarded in with a pair of light-blue-shirted sidekicks (Pat Dostle and I performed an impromptu "hungawe" in the apt across the hall), Annie and Milena joined Rebecca and myself for Boggle (porous, breathe, deriders.) Today was also low-key; I ate cream of wheat, then read all morning until I came to campus to do French work and history e-reserves. The computers are screwy around here.
Yesterday Nate took me to the bizarre funhouse that is Ikea to purchase a blue CD shelf which I then assembled and filled. Ester ran off with Matt and quashed our tentative plans to go into the city (for the second night in a row), but we had a series of visitors: Michelle made a delicious lemon grass soup and black-bean "dofu" with Joel, Sam came by and grooved to Atlas Soul, Adam Rogers, a bit tipsy, bombarded in with a pair of light-blue-shirted sidekicks (Pat Dostle and I performed an impromptu "hungawe" in the apt across the hall), Annie and Milena joined Rebecca and myself for Boggle (porous, breathe, deriders.) Today was also low-key; I ate cream of wheat, then read all morning until I came to campus to do French work and history e-reserves. The computers are screwy around here.
