Thursday sort of felt like a wasted day, at least the afternoon. Morning was fine, excepting I missed Philosophy (which is a shame, because it's not like it makes my morning of classes feel any shorter to not have that one) because I dozed off again after one early alarm. I probably needed the sleep; although I was surprisingly not too tired after the New York adventure (well, a rough five hours crashed at Jesses plus maybe a scant three on the trains back home), I had been up marginalate again Wednesday, reading Dewey on the porch after watching the Guided by Voices documentary "Watch Me Jumpstart" with Joel and Damon (that movie is clearly a big influence on Joel, he's always referring to it and singing the songs that are in it. excellent videos for "Bulldog Skin," "Official Ironman Rally" (also on Wednesday, since I might as well go over it now - there was SC craziness in Sharples, featuring DJ Mark on the Aphex and Tobin; I slipped in a little "Star Guitar" and "Demons" to get the big beat laid-back, while he was getting food; then Inflight rehearsal, which was decent but a little frustratingly low-energy, also Matt was in a pretty bad mood.) Then (Thursday again) French, where I was apparently supposed to "present" chapters two and three of LPP, and Syntax, which was somewhat more manageable than it has been.

I followed radiant black-clad Brigid (you get it - black body radiation she's studying in astro) to her assembly/talent show observation at SRS and then came back here for lunch (oh i don't know, some bagel with cheese and junk), which got frustrating because I was waiting for things to happen (specifically for Mark to come over and listen to house, and ) and I felt like I couldn't go on campus and do other things (like move my drums from LPAC with help from Ulla and her car, or get advised by Brian Meunier, who is now my advisor rather than Cothren - didn't see that one coming,) or even clean my room or make dinner or anything. But then Mark did come over, and we flipped some good stuff - Bob Sinclar, FPM, Keoki, Arling and Cameron, Cassius. He has something like $275 to throw this party, combining funds from SAC and admissions, and he's going all out with a huge hanging palm tree decoration, multiple tiki torches, goofy "islander" lights, and so forth. And this stuff's all going to belong to SAC afterwards, theoretically. Nice. Then I went to campus to see if Ulla was still around, but no, instead practiced for a while and went to dinner with Alyssa (who has been devoured by the Spike office this week - I've only seen her briefly and rarely, and it's crazy how much I miss her.) I've been eating in Sharples way too much; I feel like we never shop or cook dinner around here anymore. I'm going to try to do my part to change that for the next couple of weeks. Back here, la di da, picked out music, for the radio, radio. An extended GbV section inspired by "Jumpstart." We did a fair amount of talking too. Here's a list:

Welcome to Tokio already!

Supergrass : Cheapskate
Stereolab : Noise of Carpet
Tortoise : A Simple Way to Go Faster than Light that Does Not work
Joe Strummer : At the Border, guy
Yuka Honda : Single Silver Bullet

Clinic : Welcome (P)
AMFM : The Death they Claim (P)
Princeton Reverbs Colonial : Our Separate Way (P)
The Extra Glenns : The River Song (P)

Guided by Voices : As we go Up, we Go down
Guided by Voices : Back to Saturn X Radio Report
Guided by Voices : I Am a Tree
Robert Pollard and his Soft Rock Renegades : I Drove a Tank (P)
Chemical Brothahs : Galaxy Bounce

Shins : Past and Pending (P)
Jim White : Still Waters
Portastatic : Teenage Kicks (R)
Super Furry Animals : No Sympathy
Elvis Costello : ID Drop
Elvis Costello : Tear off Your own Head (it's A Doll revolution)

American Analog Set : Aaron and Maria (with peremptory censoring)
Spinanes : Rummy
Roots : Silent Treatment
Corey Harris : Downhome Sophisticate
Led Zeppelin : Your Time is Gonna Come (not really) (just the organ bit at the beginning)
Firewater : Get Outta My Head
UB40 : Cos it Isn't true
[a reading from Walter Benjamin]

Enon : Rubber Car
Enon : Conjugate the Verbs
Jonathan Richman : Me and Her Got a Good Thing Goin' Baby
K.D. Lang : Big Boned Gal

that seems short, doesn't it? maybe not. it's still hot.

oftentimes i'm reminded of my younger days
when i poured punch for the franchise
and thus was knighted
got so excited.