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Fellows:

Aijung
Alyssa
Angela
Bobby
Carla
Dave
Ester
Jesse
Jonah
Josie
Kate
Lillie
Nori
Rabi
Rebecca

Mincetapes

e-mince

Photos!

Nice

Archives:

Stuck in my Head
"Kiss Me Harder" by Bertine Zetlitz
"Hot" by Avril
"Brain Problem Situation" by They Might Be Giants


Now Reading
Number 9 Dream by David Mitchell
Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage by Alice Munro

Recently Finished
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers
Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry
Mad Tony and Me by Carl Hoffman
Sweet Soul Music by Peter Guaralnick
This Must Be The Place: Adventures of Talking Heads in the 20th Century by David Bowman
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Movies Lately
Sicko
4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days
Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts
Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert Tour
2 Days in Paris
United 93
The Savages
The Bourne Ultimatum
Sweeney Todd
The Departed
Juno
Enchanted
What Would Jesus Buy?
Ghost World
Superbad
I'm Not There
She's The Man
Superbad
Lars and the Real Girl
Romance and Cigarettes
No Country for Old Men
Into the Wild
Gattaca
I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With
Across the Universe

Shows Lately
Damo Suzuki/Stinking Lizaveta @ Mill Creek
Death and the Maiden @ Curio
Devon Sproule/Carsie Blanton/Devin Greenwood/John Francis @ Tin Angel
Assassins @ The Arden
Oakley Hall and the Teeth @ Johnny Brendas
Isabella and Flamingo/Winnebago and Map Me and Gatz and Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven and Sonic Dances and Strawberry Farm and The Emperor Jones and No Dice and Hearts of Man and Principles of Uncertainty and Isabella and BATCH and Addicted to Bad Ideas: Peter Lorre's 20th Century and Car and Sports Trilogy and Explanatorium and Wandering Alice and Must Don't Whip Um and Festival of Lies and A Room of Ones Own and Recitatif @ the Philadelphia Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe
Martha Graham Cracker and Eliot Levin and Kilo etc. @ the Fringe Cabaret
Lullatone and Teletextile @ Boulder Coffee [Rochester]
TV Sound @ the M Room
Aretha Franklin @ East Dell, Fairmount Pk.
Romeo + Juliet in Clark Park
Daft Punk @ Red Rocks
Spoon @ Rockefeller Park
Ponytail at Pony Pants' House
Mirah/Benjy Ferree @ the 1UC
Tortoise @ World Cafe Live
Hall & Oates...ish
"Nuclear Dreams" - Mascher Dance Group, x2
The Four of Us @ 1812
Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines by Rainpan whatever
Mascher Dance Group/Nathaniel Bartlett
Cornelius @ TLA
Sloan @ World Cafe
In Fluxxxx
Slavic Soul Party!/Red Heart the Ticker @ I-House
the Fantasticks @ Mum
Peter Bjork + Jorn/Fujiya + Miyagi @ fkaTLA
John Vanderslice @ Johnny Brendas
The Books & Todd Reynolds @ 1UC
Into the Woods @ LPAC
The Fishbowl @ the Frear
Caroline, or, Change @ the Arden
Low & Loney, Dear. @ 1UC




Saturday, October 20

Saturday 13 October

"Nineteen is not the age of reason"
-Old 97s

"Nineteen years have rolled around my head, and what have I done for god?"
-Sarah Maria Cornell

"The Cuervo gold, the fine Columbian make tonight a wonderful thing"
-Steely Dan

I woke up up. A scouting mission to the first floor in my bathrobe revealed packages from Rope-a-Dope (Sex Mob and Bullfrog) and Om (Ming + FS) and an end-open envelope from Alyssa. She wrote of mountains. I walked Liza to campus to check my mail, a beautiful crisp day with the crunch of leaves beginning to gain a bit of volume. We passed a sign that said, simply, PSCHNA. Pschna! I came back to revel a bit before going back out, with RebEst, in search of a yard sale. We found a different one, but it was already finished. "You could still buy some stuff" confided the kid manning the empty table, "but you probably wouldn't be interested in it." Undaunted by this sales pitch, we walked on, through the maze of plastic fencing, ambling slowly into the green. They went through Parrish, and I went alongside it, passing a circle of Sorelle, Cadelba, Susan, and a freshwoman like that, eating carrots and hummus and peanut butter. Apparently, this was a thing that Ester had organized and then forgotten about. I reminded her, and we three joined them for some grub. An escaped convict snuck up to us and asked if we could direct him to the bat cave so that he might reunite with his long lost son, who had been crippled by his girlfriend Julia and now used a walker. Pat Thrasher appeared as well, but he wasn't much help. The bat cave?

I wanted to go swimming, but they were reluctant, so I called Liza from the Parrish phone, and she skipped down to through the Armpit Theatre and along the rocky crickbed to a big log with a gap, where dogs and kids scampered with their parents. We sang the Crystals (of course she's a child of oldies radio, just like I do) and agreed it would be better to be apart over break. After much meandering, we arrived at the olde swimming hole by the trestle. An old gentleman with his dog didn't bother us, but the sun had disappeared behind a crowd, and the low cold murky was less appealing without the October warmth. So we just waded a bit, enjoying underwear. A voice called my name as we passed the field house; it was Chris, who I've barely seen this year, off to play some tennis.

Of course she came back to the barn, and we listened to Figure 8. Plans were up in the air all day, but it was decided that Ester and I would ride up to Westchester with the Galynkers in two hours. So we had some rice and Jaipur veggies and I packed up my case with CDs and my backpack with dirty laundry and books. The big vehicle held six of us fairly comfortably, although sister Natalia was in danger of being obliterated by luggage. Driver and father Igor recognized several of the tunes on Tori Amos's new covers record, and engaged us in a talk about the war. Ben and I debated "appealing," his contention being that it's not a useful word because it's disrespectful to Belle & Sebastian and Skin, presumptive for Oranges and Sunshine. Okay, I said, but it's still language. I barely noticed the length of the ride. We pulled into a big white home flying the Old Glory, decorated with dark things and objets russes, where I bore the brunt of grandma's you-have-to-eat. They have decisive staples: newtons, pretzels, honey-bunches-of-oats. I got to sleep on a fold-out in the study. It was good to be there.