Saturday I woke up at eleven-thirty and dawdled around the house, basking in lack of obligations, suffering from lack of energy. I walked to campus a bit before three to make flyers for my costellothon, but all the McCabe computers were taken, and Beardsley was locked due to a mishap, so I sat in Kohlberg reading Spike for a while. Then I went back to Beardsley and spent about an hour making a bunch of flyers; some with all of the album covers and the words "Elvis is King," some with all the album titles and dates and a footer of information, and two series of unique flyers - "fifteen hours of…[his various silly aliases]" and choice lyric quotes, all with the footer. They came out well. I was home again briefly, and then set out to put the flyers up and watch, no, check out, no, take part in, er, well, experience The Tall Green Man.

The story on this one: Morgan sent out an e-mail encouraging folks to come to the Rose Garden at five for the world premiere performance of The Tall Green Man featuring Jedd Cohen with anyone who shows up in supporting roles, and to bring props, costumes, and instruments. When I showed up, admittedly ten minutes late, with my wooden flute from Danny, and my colorful hippie frisbee hat (must have had it for about ten years, and it's still too big for me), and my posters for subsequent postering, I saw Morgan, but few others. Penny and Jeter (eh?) showed up, and Morgan left somewhat inexplicably. No Jedd. Sam and Lillie (sam and lillie!) wandered over to say hello, and after Maria and Louisa arrived, determined to perform, they got involved. M and L went to McCabe to take out two bibles (a Tanakh and a new testament), and stood on benches in the rose garden, selecting verses to read (alternately - they never read at the same time, which might have been nice). I started playing my flute, low long notes at first, then flutterier melodies, while S and L began to move - rolling around in the grass mostly, and spinning and walking. After a while I offered my flute to them; Sam took it and Lillie and I danced, not really playing off each other though. I gathered some rose petals and dropped them into her hair. At some point Liza showed up and moved around a little too. It was, okay. Would have been better with Jedd.

As I walked out of the garden a cluster of cars revealed one to be Mark's, containing him, Alyssa, and Laurel. They commanded me to get in and drove me off to a Hibachi restaurant in a strip mall, where we met John Stancato, Adrienne, Nadav, and Kiran Rikhye (spelled somehow) for basement sushi buffet. Not bad. All we could eat sushi, tempura, salad, noodles, seaweed salad, springrolls, banana cake, and so on, for maybe a bit more than necessary ($20). Interesting talk - lots of stories about parents (how they met, how they parent, their personal lives) and other people, summer theatre project seems like it will create plenty of drama (unintentional as well.) I didn't talk much, but I enjoyed myself. I requested Big Loada on the way home, and Mark obliged for some roof shaking good times. I came with him to Dana and then he came over briefly before we decided to go out again, to the vertigo-go show.

The show was in Palmer lounge, and, especially as we were a little bit late, it was predictably overcrowded. We managed to squeeze in the back way, me wedged next to a keg that nobody tapped while I was there, but someone must have earlier. The whole group, or at least many of them, were rather drunk, and that had a decidedly deletory effect on the humor. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't a very funny show in general. Okay, it was pretty bad. One of the best bits was Sam's confusion of fetishes for feta cheese. Ben and I hung around and tried to get the hammond working, which it sort of did. And then there was a Yale house party. That was really fun, actually, probably more than the others I've been to there. Very laid-back, decent but unintrusive food (chips, mints), music (Blondie, Smiths, Faces, Ozomatli, White Stripes - surprisingly free of Sproul's influence), and drinks (all I had was a piña colada mixed by Daniel - I would have liked to have more, but I didn't have the energy for it), and people. I spent most of the time in one-on-one conversations with various people - Alyssa for a while and interspersed, then Jenny Ku (about profs, classes, academia in general) and Lindsey Brin (freshman spiker, future parrish tripler, possessor of noteworthy hair, and enthusiastic outdoorsperson - we discussed the outdoors, our shared experiences including the Adirondack high peaks and Outward Bound courses, albeit at opposite ends of the country, and also Environmentalism and other forms of activism - I put forward the theory, admittedly something of a cop-out, that environmental activism, insofar as it is primarily concerned with problems for the ways they affect things that are not human, is something of a self-important, presumptious undertaking, assuming as it does that we are capable of changing the earth in a long-range sense. I've just come around over the years to the position that it's probably more important to look out for the interests of people before we turn to aiding the environment. A matter of picking ones battles. Just a thought though.) and also, for brief moments Gabe, Seanius, Sproul, Tiffany. There was some spirited twister featuring at one point seven members of Oscar and Emily, although by the time I got involved there was only enough interest for three player games: me Lindsey Mark, then me Lindsey Alyssa - I won both although Lindsey accused me of playing dirty. Well, yes, aggressively - strategy I gleaned from the danawell twister party last year. Then I hung (out) on the hammock with Alyssa. And we walked to ML, where Claire had some exciting news. And home - I considered following the yellow line on the carless late-night road under the train tracks. I wrote a bit when I was home, but not about all that.

I'll post this now, and write about yesterday (Sunday) afterwards.

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