sorry this is taking so long. the week has come and thrown its heft around and now it's mostly gone, from where i sit. and it has been, well, dense. and so, for the second year running, the last post of september (though of course it was mostly written yesterday) was the hook-up post. does that mean? these warm-up paragraphs are never no good.

my morning was fueled by wsrn - quincy jones, etta james, solomon burke (wow) and others on "the soul of swat." since then, i've mostly just been eating all day: first, breakfast, where i discussed aspects of high school with sarah and britta, and nothing with joanna and hannah (some of you will understand my difficulty in resisting the temptation to pun on 'jo hannah'). after yoga, i got the second-to-last bag lunch (i got the last one on monday), which i still haven't finished - it sustained me until seminar break, including those irresistable caramel creme things that are apparently called bulls eyes. out from that, elena roped me into a psych lecture on choice and the secret of happiness (engaging but too long; i actually think i embody the sort of happiness that he described pretty well), where they had food too. and then sharples. and i almost went to a study break to watch "dead poets society." they would have had food there too. yeah, well you have to have some way to draw the day together. and you have to have food. and radio - it's solid indirok territory now.

monday, ed and i again pulled off a respectable dialogue with inadequate preparation (the previous night we just sat in my room without volition), assuming the rôles of collignon and duffayel from the movie. in yoga, we did adhomukhasvanasana (downward dog) for the first time with sally, and also supported shoulder stands. also, i answered a question with "angles," but she thought i said "ankles"; she asked donna jo to explain the phonetic difference between the words, and then tried to create an elaborate and utterly nonsensical metaphor about yoga and linguistics ("we have to voice this pose.") we had a listening quiz in composers (these classful days are trying, i know), which was not difficult but not boring.

ester and i met in between jazz and qsa for billy bragg and scrabble. she beat me (again!). i was almost able to play out with EVEnTFUL, but she never played the T i knew she had. H was by briefly, and was quiet, but mostly because scrabble is a piss-poor medium for conversation. oh well. she went to earthlust, we went to qsa, but i left after 20 min. or so of uninspired discussion for practice and dip. it's a bit treacherous down the danawell way in the dark, so i sang some blues to keep me company. a healthy five dippers, ed and three unknown to me. it was a little cold outside but the water grew nicer the longer i stayed.

finally, yesterday i did all of the semin reading that i hadn't started until then, retrieved my passport from the usps, read a few scenes of "twelfth night" with ben, ripped up some classics in a mutually pleasurable rockinar. hannah and joanna (that's hannah's best or at least most proximal friend here, apparently she thinks i hate her, but of course i don't) stumbled upon it, and we invited them in but then mostly ignored them and worked out a new ending for "sex digress." against some amount of judgment, but with a respectable amount of reading under my reclaimed demildewed lindseygaragesalepurchased orange belt, i took the short walk from worth to pitt to visit my ladylove. we escaped to the grass a few yards away, and then talked with her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend about new york and art. and then read in the palmer lounge. that's the way it goes. people start to notice, and that's satisfying and amusing, think. no definitions yet, but who cares about that. this has been in my head all day, and it's fun to sing:

i'm a modern guy
i don't care much
for the go-go
or the retro
image i see so often