yyyip! i say, although yoga is a far cry from kemal's african classes. super relax. but that's a fair substitute for lunch, twice a week, especially since it seems i'll always have seminar break to quell my hunger, an hour or two later. i haven't found any of the asanas so far particularly trying, but i guess that's good for the first week.

getting up early for 8:30 french wasn't too big a deal this morning. it gave me a nice long stretch of time to check email, write the bulk of this post only to turn off the computer inadvertently and lose it, and to listen to two ives pieces and le sacre du printemps in the basement of underhill before bach class. that was, again, amusing (funny german words, preposterously high recorder and violin parts, and mm's measured, precise, and copious speech.)

as previously reported, robbie (his nu name of choice) took me to pick up my p-book, and hence i am back in bizness. i just need to get it plugged in, since now my two sockets are occupied by reciever, cd player and alarm clock. when i get my powerstrip back from milena, who's still using it in the barn, all will be well.

rae's visit was brief but productive. not only did she fulfill her (self-proclaimed) duty as a car-bearing friend by helping me remove items from storage (amp and keys now in the corner of my room; jewel cases slowly but surely being filled and shelved) and going for a closing-hour rampage to target for toiletries and pillows and things - we also found time to dig the new future bible heroes record (disturbingly many references to 17), shoot the schmit with robbie, make a rather awkward sojourn over to M, mumble sleepily to Ben, and partake of her "first sharples breakfast since orientation week."

and then she was gone, and i was off to my full wednesday slate o'class: french with antonia, who couldn't be gentler; yoga (see above); and - oh - semin. our first meeting (all two hours of it) bodes well: good people (though we're one over the high limit of ten) and a fantastic syllabus. a ton of reading, but not much other work, and a lot of fun extras. we started class with tzara's dada poem exercise, rushed through a discussion of the reading, looked a couple slides, and that was that.

suzanne and i played scrabble in the amphitheatre, while her kitten pounced around, bit people, and showed absolutely no interest in its "purrfect" treat. it was an intense game: i had the lead for most of the game (she surged with NIGHTiES, i regained with StINGER.) i played SQUIB, i played VELDT. I had awesome bingo tiles for the whole second half, but i couldn't play them anywhere, so i was reduced to making risky 'strategic' moves to try to open up a possibility that never materialized, as my lead dwindled. the endgame was where it really got intense though; where i really felt the deficiencies in my playing. it was poorly-played; long and drawn-out; we took turns laying down one tile at a time, trading tiny spreads, until i finally played out, still leaving her with a two-point lead. 368-366 or something.

meanwhile, Ben was doing LSAT work, which is intriguing. i ate possibly the best sharples meal ever - did anyone else find the salmon and pesto very uncharacteristically tasty? and brought skelly home with me, for a good long discussion of the limitations of folk music and the particulars of our personal lives. i missed SAC because i was confused about the meeting time, but instead i went to help clean up wsrn. i netregistered the station computer under my own name, and put away a bunch of records.

and then, then ben came over and we made some signs, like he mentioned. mine was pretty stupid but saved from total inanity by some spots inspired by this enoch light album cover:


i get up when i want
except on wednesdays when i'm rudely awakened by the dustman