Tuesday, September 10
transmissions from ma vie super-fantastique:
my outfit was cause for a few comments today - karen hatwell thought they were my pajamas at 8:30, and ben called it my lucky seminar outfit, in reference to something - but mostly i noticed that a green bag-lunch granny smith nicely complemented the baby blue wsblairn shirt and red plaid pants, and that the pants were heavy and woolen for a sweltery day, and the duct tape at the bottom is causing problems.
rachel's visit, since i know you're all dying to know, was swell. literally minutes before her arrival and again minutes after her departure, by train, i wrote the first and second halves, respectively, of a menial french composition. but in between, there was none of that. we had worth barbeque, took a tour around campus (she was a pseudo-spec) which including my first time this year seeing some of my favorite places, and went to wharton ab 2nd lounge to talk about APs.
Ben came out and we sat outside the map room reading the first two acts of Henry IV, part i, which was riotous. declamations and defamations from falstaff and hotspur; fidgeting fingers underneath the book. We were late to the radio meeting, but had a brief Ester-meeting instead, and then found ourselves locked out of Amélie. and so to bed, for a long night, interspersed sleep and non-sleep that still found me at least very well rested in the morning. good conversation, despite apologies, and we settled for a dance to grappelli.
I've been taking pictures for the Swat photo blitz, which is fun and a great idea. Mostly i stumble on to things - a Smirnoff-fueled 21st for Danielle in the trailer; a big comfy QSA meeting (although i didn't photograph either of those.) Ester and I miss each other, but I keep running in to Skelly. I want to know more. I wrote some reviews; I sat through Bach. I'm leading discussion in seminar tomorrow, along with a fellow Steve who turned out to be quite agreeable; we should have a nice talk.
more later.
do you want to know what comes next?
no beats
no beats
do you want to know what comes next?
no beats
no beats
my outfit was cause for a few comments today - karen hatwell thought they were my pajamas at 8:30, and ben called it my lucky seminar outfit, in reference to something - but mostly i noticed that a green bag-lunch granny smith nicely complemented the baby blue wsblairn shirt and red plaid pants, and that the pants were heavy and woolen for a sweltery day, and the duct tape at the bottom is causing problems.
rachel's visit, since i know you're all dying to know, was swell. literally minutes before her arrival and again minutes after her departure, by train, i wrote the first and second halves, respectively, of a menial french composition. but in between, there was none of that. we had worth barbeque, took a tour around campus (she was a pseudo-spec) which including my first time this year seeing some of my favorite places, and went to wharton ab 2nd lounge to talk about APs.
Ben came out and we sat outside the map room reading the first two acts of Henry IV, part i, which was riotous. declamations and defamations from falstaff and hotspur; fidgeting fingers underneath the book. We were late to the radio meeting, but had a brief Ester-meeting instead, and then found ourselves locked out of Amélie. and so to bed, for a long night, interspersed sleep and non-sleep that still found me at least very well rested in the morning. good conversation, despite apologies, and we settled for a dance to grappelli.
I've been taking pictures for the Swat photo blitz, which is fun and a great idea. Mostly i stumble on to things - a Smirnoff-fueled 21st for Danielle in the trailer; a big comfy QSA meeting (although i didn't photograph either of those.) Ester and I miss each other, but I keep running in to Skelly. I want to know more. I wrote some reviews; I sat through Bach. I'm leading discussion in seminar tomorrow, along with a fellow Steve who turned out to be quite agreeable; we should have a nice talk.
more later.
do you want to know what comes next?
no beats
no beats
do you want to know what comes next?
no beats
no beats
