Yesterday ('yes today' 'did you say yesterday' 'yes, today') was, as I think I might mentioned, just ridiculous warm and summery. Sixty-four degrees or something. Ben Schak said "I never thought I'd be complaining about lack of air conditioning in January," and first-year sub David Harrison led the seven syntax-junkies outside, or rather Ben and I led us to the cherry trees ouside Martin, which was noisy, but suitable enough for our purposes of attempting to discover a phonology-syntax interface (class, can you say "Mark showed to John the letter"? How about "Mark showed to John the letter from Paris"?) (David is a phonologist, I take it). I squinted in the sun. As I've said, burst outward and touch down behind Sharples, with some outside folks - Zac, Christine (sorry, I'd rather not spend six Sundays and spring break learning how to be outside, which I've done my whole life), and Morgan, newly bespectacled. Her frames are extremely similar to mine in appearance, except for color, and our prescriptions are practically identical, as I realized when I tried hers on; I handed her mine back, and she didn't realize we had switched until about twenty minutes later when I described my glasses as brown, and she noticed that the ones I had on were green. We had a remarkably bouyant chat, about poison oak, among other things, and Dima Schelenkov stopped to kneel by us for a little while. I went over to talk to Alison and Amy for a while too (they're in Jewish Mysticism together). When I went inside to deliver my tray, I discovered Alyssa and Alison Adelman, and Dima joined us there too, nodded gravely. And Brigid.

Beardsley: overheard Cothren's seminar, regarded Rachel Block's photo show (tattooed man with big mac, mall scenes, tiny fish on leaves, Catherine Gaffney's torso with excellent fabric/skin textures), read blogs. Parrish: no business at the registrars, no mail. Barn: sat outside on the couch reading (Cloudsplitter), then she split to deal with some cleats. I made most of a mixtape, recording over the one intended for Joel, that I think is going to turn into a 180-minute, two-cassette mix. (I just finished the first cassette), all the great stuff I've been listening to lately, and since the last time I made a tape that I have a copy of (creds.) Perhaps I'll make the other side in a few days. I'm listening to it now. Cool intro, lead into "Get Out of My Head" by Firewater (best rock song of 2001?). Oh I'll do the Amazon list thing. It'll be there in a day or so I guess. In the interstices, went into Joel's room to glorify with him in Pet Sounds, that he's been playing nonstop since I lent it to him. Nori asked me to teach her about music, so I gave her a fifteen minute rundown about the Beach Boys, even found an amusing visual of Brian Wilson in the aisle of his health food store from the Rolling Stone images book. Joel made a lovely stirfry dinner (with Maria joining us) (is someone keeping track here - have we really had a dinner guest every night we've had dinner like it seems we have?) Also Nori's scrumptchy banana cream pie. I have yet to make a full dinner for the whole flat this semester; the other three just keep signing up to do it before I really have a chance to start thinking about it. It's okay - I don't mind being perpetually dishwasher, but sooner or later I'd like to make a meal. Perhaps when my invitees come: tops on the list are flat 2S and Pedro Schmidt. Cothren has also been invited.

I convinced Nori to come with me to a lecture Schuldenfrei had recommended on "Heraclitus, Parmenides, and the Origin of Philosophy." I was able to follow the first fifteen minutes or so, but it was just so incredibly hot in the Scheuer room that I couldn't concentrate at all after that. Too bad, it seemed fairly interesting. To Parrish 5th to drop off WSRN form (I looked at some of the other applications, ours was predictably the best, without question), 4th to see if I could get my Beach Boys CDs back, then 2nd to see what was up. Elizabeth and Stefanie and I played a few rounds of speed scrabble, which is a really neat variation (everyone works simultaneously on an individual board, drawing two letter whenever anyone has encorporated all of theirs; rearranging is always allowed). The second time we played the sexual innuendo version (I ended up with Pretty, Tiger, Oral, Plush, Boob, Snog, and Bunnysuit.) Then the room was overrun with QSA types gathered there to watch a movie. About 20 of them. I ran into Ben and Brigid in the hallway; the first insisted that we sing a round, the second wanted to show off her cribbage board. I walked over to Worth with Ben, talking about summer plans, which need to be ascertained at some time soon. Rather than accompanying him to the barn, I decided to go to Tango. I was a little late for the start of the advanced class, but okay. I feel like I have very little sense of how to put many of the movements we work on together, since we just do one or two per class, and don't work on combining them or constructing entire dances. Most of the time we're just working with a partner to try to figure out the last thing he had shown us. Joanne and Lindsey titter, Jessica maddens. I said I wouldn't go over, but the shuttle took me to ML anyway. We admired Jesse's elaborate link-super-saturated procrastination entry, and such, and slept. A funny night - little bed, Dali poster fell on me, fire alarm that I tried to ignore, bizarre dream about auto-castration (it had seemed like a good idea at the time), but I slept well enough. Bagels and Science Times (how dolphins keep cool) in the breakfast room. Long walk to class on time. Don't have the book. Here to finish tape and write this. Now meet with advisor. Piano lesson. Tea. Change clothes at some point.

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