Thursday, November 22
It got better. I went to sleep for a while in my bed, then in the common room, then in my bed again. I was still hungry when I woke up, so I gnawed on some breadsticks. Eventually Rebecca came home. I started packing a little, and preparing for my year-end list (I have sixty-odd 2001 releases to narrow down to ten or so) and pursed pynchonline. I'm developing this incredible urge to reclude myself and become a post-WWII American literature bum. So much to catch up on (it looks like Barth, DeLillo, etc. have been releasing new books right under my nose without me realizing it.) We talked in class about organized continuous readings of GR and Moby-Dick, which sound like so much fun. I would love to do a reading of Mason & Dixon aloud, as a bedtime ritual or something. That's probably how it's best experienced.
Talked to Ali for a while - she apologized profusely for going to dinner in such a hurry that she forgot about me, offered to make it up by taking me to the airport tomorrow, I suggested we have breakfast beforehand. She says she's thinking of art and or chemistry as a minor. She's working on a 'zine with Nick and Heather (Doyle, she insists on specifying) - and I felt well enough to do something about dinner. I used two-thirds of the remaining "smart bacon," the yolk of the remaining egg, much of an old thing of cream, most of the remaining spinach, and the measly amount of pasta left in the cupboard to make a delicious bowl of farfalle carbonara, which I celebrated with the bottle of ginger beer. Rebecca suggested we watch a movie - Fantasia 2000. I was able to make the DVD play on the TV screen with almost no effort at all this time, and we enjoyed the screening thoroughly, with the requisite amount of sniggering about the christian paradigm. No question the best sequence is "Rhapsody in Blue", but the "Pines of Rome" is not bad either. Watching it made me think of Meredith and Alyssa, with whom I saw it the two previous times (at the Inner Harbor Imax and in LPAC cinema). Afterwards I finished my
List of books that courses this semester are making me want to read and re-read (check it out) and did some dishes. Oy, it's late to be waking up at 7:30 for breakfast and plane and home and turkey tomorrow. I'm going to sleep. As soon as I finish off the rest of this pistachio ice cream, which has tasted much less pleasant since Brigid and Heather pointed out that it's very reminiscent of maraschino cherries.
did I forget to mention
forget to mention Memphis?
home of Elvis and the
ancient Greeks
what's that I smell?
I smell home cooking
it's only the river
it's only the river!
Talked to Ali for a while - she apologized profusely for going to dinner in such a hurry that she forgot about me, offered to make it up by taking me to the airport tomorrow, I suggested we have breakfast beforehand. She says she's thinking of art and or chemistry as a minor. She's working on a 'zine with Nick and Heather (Doyle, she insists on specifying) - and I felt well enough to do something about dinner. I used two-thirds of the remaining "smart bacon," the yolk of the remaining egg, much of an old thing of cream, most of the remaining spinach, and the measly amount of pasta left in the cupboard to make a delicious bowl of farfalle carbonara, which I celebrated with the bottle of ginger beer. Rebecca suggested we watch a movie - Fantasia 2000. I was able to make the DVD play on the TV screen with almost no effort at all this time, and we enjoyed the screening thoroughly, with the requisite amount of sniggering about the christian paradigm. No question the best sequence is "Rhapsody in Blue", but the "Pines of Rome" is not bad either. Watching it made me think of Meredith and Alyssa, with whom I saw it the two previous times (at the Inner Harbor Imax and in LPAC cinema). Afterwards I finished my
List of books that courses this semester are making me want to read and re-read (check it out) and did some dishes. Oy, it's late to be waking up at 7:30 for breakfast and plane and home and turkey tomorrow. I'm going to sleep. As soon as I finish off the rest of this pistachio ice cream, which has tasted much less pleasant since Brigid and Heather pointed out that it's very reminiscent of maraschino cherries.
did I forget to mention
forget to mention Memphis?
home of Elvis and the
ancient Greeks
what's that I smell?
I smell home cooking
it's only the river
it's only the river!
