More cheesy electric piano and drum machine pop in French this morning. Then, excellent excellent moog/farfisa oriented retro-pop with cheery multi-part vocals from Call and Response (arrived with "We Are Arling and Cameron" from the Phoenix from Fanatic from Emperor Norton, perhaps related to the fact that I asked for them a while ago.) I ran into Eric Osheim afterwards, and ended up sparking some confusion about who is really in charge of this formal. Serendipitously encountered Becca andster and went with them to the costume shop. I found a hat with the perfect color pattern, although it's sort of in the shape of a sailor hat. To go along with the perfectly striped shirt I borrowed from Joel without any sleeves. I went home and put both of those on.

Cleaned my room, made a mix tape, read a little bit of "Modern Love," but mostly lazed about the afternoon. Then a bit after 4:00 (still in red and white stripes) I went late to meet Liza for her mysterious choreography project. It took us a while to find a place - nowhere inside was available, so we ended up in the Nason Garden. It was extremely blustery and cold, so we could only stay barefoot for so long. The dance is frenzied and fun, with that childlike energy, and perhaps involves an orange. At one point she started throwing green beans at me while I was dancing. She set up a handycam to video the choreography, and we ended up just getting sucked into that, using it to shoot footage of the benches and grass and bushes blowing in the wind. It was ridiculous but precious.

Father of Rebecca is here now, working on pizza. They made a big Genuardi's trip; sushi and two boxes of oatmeal squares and even tangly green beans, though no corned beef or rolling pin though.

think of it this way: you can either be successful or be
us, with our catchy tunes and
us, with our winning smiles or
worse, now we're photogenic you know
we don't stand a chance