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Stuck in my Head
"Kiss Me Harder" by Bertine Zetlitz
"Hot" by Avril
"Brain Problem Situation" by They Might Be Giants

Now Reading
Number 9 Dream by David Mitchell
Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage by Alice Munro

Recently Finished
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers
Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry
Mad Tony and Me by Carl Hoffman
Sweet Soul Music by Peter Guaralnick
This Must Be The Place: Adventures of Talking Heads in the 20th Century by David Bowman
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Movies Lately
4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days
Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts
Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert Tour
2 Days in Paris
United 93
The Savages
The Bourne Ultimatum
Sweeney Todd
The Departed
What Would Jesus Buy?
Ghost World
I'm Not There
She's The Man
Lars and the Real Girl
Romance and Cigarettes
No Country for Old Men
Into the Wild
I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With
Across the Universe

Shows Lately
Damo Suzuki/Stinking Lizaveta @ Mill Creek
Death and the Maiden @ Curio
Devon Sproule/Carsie Blanton/Devin Greenwood/John Francis @ Tin Angel
Assassins @ The Arden
Oakley Hall and the Teeth @ Johnny Brendas
Isabella and Flamingo/Winnebago and Map Me and Gatz and Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven and Sonic Dances and Strawberry Farm and The Emperor Jones and No Dice and Hearts of Man and Principles of Uncertainty and Isabella and BATCH and Addicted to Bad Ideas: Peter Lorre's 20th Century and Car and Sports Trilogy and Explanatorium and Wandering Alice and Must Don't Whip Um and Festival of Lies and A Room of Ones Own and Recitatif @ the Philadelphia Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe
Martha Graham Cracker and Eliot Levin and Kilo etc. @ the Fringe Cabaret
Lullatone and Teletextile @ Boulder Coffee [Rochester]
TV Sound @ the M Room
Aretha Franklin @ East Dell, Fairmount Pk.
Romeo + Juliet in Clark Park
Daft Punk @ Red Rocks
Spoon @ Rockefeller Park
Ponytail at Pony Pants' House
Mirah/Benjy Ferree @ the 1UC
Tortoise @ World Cafe Live
Hall & Oates...ish
"Nuclear Dreams" - Mascher Dance Group, x2
The Four of Us @ 1812
Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines by Rainpan whatever
Mascher Dance Group/Nathaniel Bartlett
Cornelius @ TLA
Sloan @ World Cafe
In Fluxxxx
Slavic Soul Party!/Red Heart the Ticker @ I-House
the Fantasticks @ Mum
Peter Bjork + Jorn/Fujiya + Miyagi @ fkaTLA
John Vanderslice @ Johnny Brendas
The Books & Todd Reynolds @ 1UC
Into the Woods @ LPAC
The Fishbowl @ the Frear
Caroline, or, Change @ the Arden
Low & Loney, Dear. @ 1UC

Tuesday, September 17

As you can notice from my reviews below (which you may see again in Thursday's Phoenix, with better or worse layout), I'm pretty excited about music these days. There was a stretch there, maybe two months or so, when there wasn't a whole lot of new music that I was particularly excited about. But now it's pouring in again. Also, the moon is really nice, and I have a great view of it from my window.

I get up earlier in the mornings than I need to, even on 8:30 days like today; I use the extra time to wander around campus, do homework, listen to music, or lie in bed. There was some exciting mail today: two promo packages including the Rjd2 disc (yes, i just got it today), a funky copy of a paperback for dada, and most especially an aerogramme from Sri Lanka, which I have scarcely had the time to peruse. Review writing this morning, then the fastest-moving Bach class yet (and we still didn't get to all the material), on the wacky wacky 5th Brandenburg.

There was some frustrating miscommunication about Inflight rehearsal times, which resulted in me and Aaron hanging out in Olde Club waiting for nobody to show up. But we did chat for a while with a few alums who poked their heads in the door; comparing our reports of the bad new days with their reminisces of drunken keggers in Bond, Sharples 2 [now known as Olde Club - Sharples 1 is the WRC], Tarble [the original Tarble, before it burned, "a year, almost to the hour" before the burning (insurance fraud? he insinuated) of ML2 and ML3]; last-day-of-semester James Bond showings complete with DU catcalls and feminist outrage; on-campus performances by Gang of Four, Romeo Void, the Hooters, and the Dead Milkmen, whose lead vocalist is the reason the Olde Club chandeliers are so high; the systematic elimination of republicans and footballers, and so on. It was really interesting to hear their perspective. I wish Matt had been there, because I'm sure they would have had a lively conversation with him.

We did eventually rehearse, but I was mildly annoyed (for a few reasons) by that time, and my heart wasn't in it. I think we got some good work done though, and there are performance possibilities coming up. I cut out at nine to attend the Outsiders "first and only" meeting, where we shared scar stories and generally flittered away the better part of an hour, which was enjoyable although my ulterior motive didn't pay off. Topping off my seminar reading (only a response paper left to read, assuming it's being written) took fewer McCabe-hours than anticipated. So.

On the tropical storm front (this one blows from Anchorage, by way of Singapore): we breakfasted yesterday, and thanks to the lucky quirks of scheduling which I have to thank/blame for essentially this whole business, will presumably do so again tomorrow (despite Ester's alleged sighting at services, she was certainly not fasting for YK.) That's exciting. Also, a series of passings, hopefully none-too-awkward, when I ventured to PPR for QSA cookie-baking with SKelly. Eye contact is good, but I'm still working out further steps. Too bad Paces isn't open. Daydreaming, of course, is not productive, at least not very. I wonder if Amelia still reads this.

The cookie-making (to the unnanounced tunes of R-Block's SRN show - my second tune-in of the semester following Sidney's 9:00-hour fill-in in the morning, when I tested out both methods of broadcast and found them to be comparable though not in sync) was the chill-out precursor to an evening of activity - pakora-fighting outside Sharples, practicing and thus late for scaled-back jazz ensemble ("Spain" and "Fly me to the moon" sans saxes and most of the kit), then SAC meeting, which was demoralizing and frustrating, at least until I determine how personally emotionally involved I am in SAC's affairs. And QSA, where I banged out perhaps ten "Queer Safe Space" pieces of paper. Failed attempts at chiseled-stone and 70's-atrocity style were more than made up for by my successes: "quizeer sizafe spizace" with a glittery bolt, two or three abstract experiments with food coloring (one of which is now on the door to my space), and the Queer Space Ship, which is now Jenny's. I ourght to schleep. Au revoir. Aux rêves.

i know you're stressed
'cause there's only one cex
and your boyfriend's pissed
that you ain't him