Saturday, September 7
posting less determinedly, and thus trying to find ways to write other than just cataloguing the days. it being 2:25 on saturday, and not having done schoolwork yet, makes this a more or less predictable day, which suggests that i will get some, but not a lot, done later.
the program is like any weekend; alternate work (c.a.c. listening - copland and cowell yesterday - and d+s reading - which, so far, on zurich dada, has been pretty interesting) with fun (empty-handed record-shopping on south street with co-djs; big fun inflight reunion rehearsal yesterday.)
the other night, suz and ester and andrew and i played scrabble on my bed. then i walked to the 'well with ester, for fun talking with stef and zab, and eventually the amphitheater with ben, where i think we found some contentment.
wrsn (sic) party last night. i danced with addie and shorn skelly while ben played biz markie and p-funk and "where it's at." the room was packed and i played blackalicious and gladys knight and "praise you" and "son of a gun" and "dayglo hell" and "down on the corner." i played with crepe paper and smiled at a girl while mark played dimitri and ozomatli. the crowd thinned a bit and i played "i'm a vampire" and "we luv deez hoez" and "40 boys in 40 nights." i played "i could never take the place of your man" and "little wonder," each of which made one person in the room yelp for happiness. the booze ran out and the floor was deserted for the last hour (except one couple in the back who would grind to anything we played), but ben and i ran around and kept the energy up with "sunshine underground" and "lazy."
and coping with the physical repercussions. i feel more bodily tired now and this morning than i have in a good while. my feet were so tired last night that i could barely go to sleep.
rachel's coming tomorrow, which makes me actually very happy. i'm heading out to mccabe and underhill now, hopefully to get most stuff out of the way today and tomorrow morning. with enon in between.
blanche
with a bloodflow no-one can stanch
a blood flood, a blood avalanche
the program is like any weekend; alternate work (c.a.c. listening - copland and cowell yesterday - and d+s reading - which, so far, on zurich dada, has been pretty interesting) with fun (empty-handed record-shopping on south street with co-djs; big fun inflight reunion rehearsal yesterday.)
the other night, suz and ester and andrew and i played scrabble on my bed. then i walked to the 'well with ester, for fun talking with stef and zab, and eventually the amphitheater with ben, where i think we found some contentment.
wrsn (sic) party last night. i danced with addie and shorn skelly while ben played biz markie and p-funk and "where it's at." the room was packed and i played blackalicious and gladys knight and "praise you" and "son of a gun" and "dayglo hell" and "down on the corner." i played with crepe paper and smiled at a girl while mark played dimitri and ozomatli. the crowd thinned a bit and i played "i'm a vampire" and "we luv deez hoez" and "40 boys in 40 nights." i played "i could never take the place of your man" and "little wonder," each of which made one person in the room yelp for happiness. the booze ran out and the floor was deserted for the last hour (except one couple in the back who would grind to anything we played), but ben and i ran around and kept the energy up with "sunshine underground" and "lazy."
and coping with the physical repercussions. i feel more bodily tired now and this morning than i have in a good while. my feet were so tired last night that i could barely go to sleep.
rachel's coming tomorrow, which makes me actually very happy. i'm heading out to mccabe and underhill now, hopefully to get most stuff out of the way today and tomorrow morning. with enon in between.
blanche
with a bloodflow no-one can stanch
a blood flood, a blood avalanche
