Sunday, December 16
So it's already four, and I haven't done anything today except go running with Rae (to Morton and back; she got winded early so we took it fairly slow), resurrect Nelly (she made it into the Times today), and eat lunch. Well, I did only wake up at 1:00. I'm hoping to finish Mason and Dixon today, and at least make substantial headway on my history paper rewrite.
The party last night was terrific. First I hung around here for awhile when Joel and Rebecca were at a dinner party at Woolman, went downstairs to show Rae a colophon, and gave her some chords for "Sweet Jane," and then I got suited up - sunday pants, pink shirt, mask, cape - and waited for the shuttle. There were more people there than at previous parties, though only a few of them had attempted to dress according to theme (among the hosts, Kathy had ears and a bow, and Daniel was radiant in lavender swirled powerpuff girly-tee and glitter and boots; Nate had a ppg barette), and it was far more successful as a dance party than any I've seen there. It was running off an mp3 playlist, which I was mostly responsible for grooming for the dancefloor, mostly using Daniel's music (lots of Talking Heads, Underworld, a bit of Bowie). I had to be a bit creative - Beth Orton, Elvis Costello (how great to see a roomful of people dancing to "5ive Gears in Reverse" or "Blue Chair" (Single Version)), Les Nubiens, and dig into the secondary mp3 lists to find Beck, Blur, Bloodhound Gang and Outkast. I also brought some Bis and P5, which was fun and appropriately cartoony. Most of my so-called girlfriends were there, some slightly tipsy, so that was interesting. Probably the best part was dancing with Rae to a series of three cuts from "Rei Momo" - her salsa is at least as good as mine, and she's a great follower. Also abstract jutting with Renee to "Cowgirl" (that makes me want to go and buy dubnobass after all.) I stayed until around three, and left with Rebecca, who had been unsuccessful in finding someone to hook up with, although her neck was rather blushing. So that was that.
everything everything everything everything everything everything everything
…
and a razor of love and a razor of love and a razor of love (is that what they're saying?)
~
To get this over with: Friday was another interruptive morning; I got up to accomplish things and accomplished them - wrote an "appendage" about the musical, finished synopsizing it, overdubbed my vocals and cheesy strings on "Nineteen Years" and various woodwind solos and incidental musical quotes, and burned the whole thang to compact disc. In the meantime had a very productive trip to campus. Ran into Blair in Kohlberg, who said something about progressing the project, opening up a new area of discussion - I've talked here about verbing nouns, but not about transitivizing intransitive verbs, a phenomenon most evident in words like "grow." Had the best campus mailbox check imaginable - two party invitations (Yale house and ML fondue), a postcard (from Nori about a Kruder and Dorfmeister), and a package slip for a CD by To Rococo Rot (arty palindromic foreign-language moniker to end all arty palindromic foreign-language monikers - more German "intelligent" techno.) Stopped by Elena's to get her notes for Ling homework 2, which I intended to redo (we had the option of handing in one late/revised hw for an improved grade; my mark on that first written assignment was not passing; though it was simple enough, I had just joined the class and didn't really understand the format.) She commented that I looked very well put-together in my outfit that day, which was rather ironic because I was down to the last resort clothes before laundry. I was wearing the plaid wool pants I had worn for the previous two days, since they can't be laundered anyway, and a red sweater. I was out of socks, so I was wearing my running socks, and my running shoes to go with them. Yesterday I wore my last pair of underwear (yellow smile tongue face boxers) so it's a good thing I have a heap now ready to be folded and dealt with. Anyway, I met Blair at 3 to finish stuff up - wrote my ling assigment and handed it in, while she used Rebecca's crayons to make an excellent cover for the CD. Then to "class" - our final meeting for history, we watched a video in progress of sites relevant to the case. And filled out evaluations. I had more difficulty finding negative things to say about the class than I expected. In general, it really was an interesting and enjoyable time. It was just the damn paper topics and his inability to communicate what he wants from us in discussion and writing that made it so frustrating. Well, mostly finished now. To find out what happened next, jump down four entries to Friday 14 December. I'm caught up. Except that now it's 5:30 and I still haven't accomplished anything. I called my mom. Listened to Traffic and now Travis.
but they never called
never called
neverbody ever called
The party last night was terrific. First I hung around here for awhile when Joel and Rebecca were at a dinner party at Woolman, went downstairs to show Rae a colophon, and gave her some chords for "Sweet Jane," and then I got suited up - sunday pants, pink shirt, mask, cape - and waited for the shuttle. There were more people there than at previous parties, though only a few of them had attempted to dress according to theme (among the hosts, Kathy had ears and a bow, and Daniel was radiant in lavender swirled powerpuff girly-tee and glitter and boots; Nate had a ppg barette), and it was far more successful as a dance party than any I've seen there. It was running off an mp3 playlist, which I was mostly responsible for grooming for the dancefloor, mostly using Daniel's music (lots of Talking Heads, Underworld, a bit of Bowie). I had to be a bit creative - Beth Orton, Elvis Costello (how great to see a roomful of people dancing to "5ive Gears in Reverse" or "Blue Chair" (Single Version)), Les Nubiens, and dig into the secondary mp3 lists to find Beck, Blur, Bloodhound Gang and Outkast. I also brought some Bis and P5, which was fun and appropriately cartoony. Most of my so-called girlfriends were there, some slightly tipsy, so that was interesting. Probably the best part was dancing with Rae to a series of three cuts from "Rei Momo" - her salsa is at least as good as mine, and she's a great follower. Also abstract jutting with Renee to "Cowgirl" (that makes me want to go and buy dubnobass after all.) I stayed until around three, and left with Rebecca, who had been unsuccessful in finding someone to hook up with, although her neck was rather blushing. So that was that.
everything everything everything everything everything everything everything
…
and a razor of love and a razor of love and a razor of love (is that what they're saying?)
~
To get this over with: Friday was another interruptive morning; I got up to accomplish things and accomplished them - wrote an "appendage" about the musical, finished synopsizing it, overdubbed my vocals and cheesy strings on "Nineteen Years" and various woodwind solos and incidental musical quotes, and burned the whole thang to compact disc. In the meantime had a very productive trip to campus. Ran into Blair in Kohlberg, who said something about progressing the project, opening up a new area of discussion - I've talked here about verbing nouns, but not about transitivizing intransitive verbs, a phenomenon most evident in words like "grow." Had the best campus mailbox check imaginable - two party invitations (Yale house and ML fondue), a postcard (from Nori about a Kruder and Dorfmeister), and a package slip for a CD by To Rococo Rot (arty palindromic foreign-language moniker to end all arty palindromic foreign-language monikers - more German "intelligent" techno.) Stopped by Elena's to get her notes for Ling homework 2, which I intended to redo (we had the option of handing in one late/revised hw for an improved grade; my mark on that first written assignment was not passing; though it was simple enough, I had just joined the class and didn't really understand the format.) She commented that I looked very well put-together in my outfit that day, which was rather ironic because I was down to the last resort clothes before laundry. I was wearing the plaid wool pants I had worn for the previous two days, since they can't be laundered anyway, and a red sweater. I was out of socks, so I was wearing my running socks, and my running shoes to go with them. Yesterday I wore my last pair of underwear (yellow smile tongue face boxers) so it's a good thing I have a heap now ready to be folded and dealt with. Anyway, I met Blair at 3 to finish stuff up - wrote my ling assigment and handed it in, while she used Rebecca's crayons to make an excellent cover for the CD. Then to "class" - our final meeting for history, we watched a video in progress of sites relevant to the case. And filled out evaluations. I had more difficulty finding negative things to say about the class than I expected. In general, it really was an interesting and enjoyable time. It was just the damn paper topics and his inability to communicate what he wants from us in discussion and writing that made it so frustrating. Well, mostly finished now. To find out what happened next, jump down four entries to Friday 14 December. I'm caught up. Except that now it's 5:30 and I still haven't accomplished anything. I called my mom. Listened to Traffic and now Travis.
but they never called
never called
neverbody ever called
