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