So I'm doing this perhaps preposterous thing of sitting here in the WSRN studio all day today, broadcasting and listening to Elvis Costello. Eighteen albums worth to be precise. The eighteen albums that count - that is, not Painted from Memory or (for god's sake) For the Stars, but including Juliet Letters and the covers albums. I'm up to "This Year's Girl" so far (chronological order - just albums.) I got off to a bit of a late start: I woke up in time, showered, gathered CDs and papers, ate some bad granola, and got to Parrish by about five of five. I struggled with the key for a few minutes, couldn't get the door open, and then tried the fire escape door to see if the studio window was openable. It was, and so I crawled in, but I stupidly let the door close behind me, thinking I'd be able to open the studio door from inside. Nope. So I was stuck in here without my CDs and stuff, since I'd left my backpack in the hallway. I called a few people before I reached Ali, who was up studying for chem. She came up and opened the door, and struggled with the key for a while too, as I started the broadcast.

I had been playing Do Make Say Think just for the sake of putting something on, but as soon as I got my CDs I switched to Elvis Presley, with "That's All Right, Mama" (his first recording.) And then Elvis proper. Started at about 9:14, which isn't too bad all things considered. So. Fourteen hours to go - and I have a lot to get accomplished: I'll blog about yesterday and Saturday in the space I conveniently left last night. And I'll write about last Saturday too - the day of Worthstock (goodness was it only a week ago?). And maybe the Saturday before that, which I also haven't discussed yet. That was the day of the DisPlan show. Beyond that, I will try to do a lot of studying for my French test tomorrow, and hopefully some pre-writing (or even actual writing?) for my Philosophy paper. (I need to let myself do that quickly. I don't care if it's good, it just needs to be over.) Other things to do: read Spike, get a haircut, catch up on e-mail, find out about airplanes and storage and make a plan of attack for leaving this place. And enjoy Elvis. man, he's so good…

Listen, if you're around Swarthmore today: listen to the radio! And call me: 610-328-8335. And above all come up and visit me. But above even that - listen to the radio. I'll be back to report again later on.

Look, this is a list of words that just occured to me spontaneously as I was thinking of words to fill in 25 fields at
this website. I really don't know where these words came from, except a couple from letters. I just typed them as I thought of them. And they alphabetized them for me:

1. beat
2. congress
3. conundrum
4. evolve
5. fortuitous
6. fromage
7. funnel
8. grail
9. leftovers
10. lengthy
11. linen
12. lycanthrope
13. machiotomy
14. pie
15. sinker
16. skunk
17. spelt
18. synchronic
19. thrift
20. thyroid
21. timber
22. topical
23. tungsten
24. undulate
25. yankee

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