I came home for lunch today, stopping on the way to talk to Heather about masks and art, a drippy grilled cheese and tomato, and half a packet's worth of Jaipur vegetables that inexplicably exploded a few seconds after I put it in the microwave, leaving a splatter that I had no time to deal with, had to get to class, but first stop by my room to pick up the mask-decorating materials Rebecca picked out, looks like exciting stuff, lots of ribbon and feathers and fake plants and two glue guns, I left it in the SAC office during break, so I hope that people will take sparingly and return, there's been a frustrating rash of e-mails about how to plan a mask study break, Heather suggested getting student art association involved but it seems a little late for that.
Class was good; everyone was there, for one thing, and we had a lot to talk about, the ending, the beginning, America, physics, Moby-Dick. Schmidt seemed annoyed by my Faulkner allusion, the only one in my arsenal. Christie commented on the mask materials, and I asked her to be my date, I don't think she took me seriously. I commented on Damon McMahon's homemade Steely Dan shirt (the band's name written in marker on the inside of an inside out tee), and he asked me to join his band, go to New York once a week to rehearse and play the Mercury Lounge. Solex and Superchunk today.
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posted by K. Ross Hoffman at
5:02 PM