Monday, November 11
i find myself eating too much at almost every sharples meal lately. (although breakfast today was just right.) this weekend was pretty low key, but it had nice moments. saturday flowed from interaction to interaction - lunch with zabby, hello to ester, and lying outside danawell reading with teddy brett-esborn (he: the letters of abelard and heloise me: nadja). i practiced for a long time (including shosta), and got cds and printouts from various libraries.
post-dinner - a demoralizing playsite game; a lovely bit of piano recital (rutberg on debussy, carlson on chopin); the tiresome assassins party (i have a nomination for "most awards"…) where i was honored as a "hall-of-famer", just for sticking around. an impromptu rendition of "ain't no mountain" in brigster's room. hannah and i waited for the haverford shuttle to go to a j-live concert, but it never came, because we were waiting in the wrong place. bastards.
instead we went to palmer for nori's little party (dark and almost exclusively male, until i brought the light and hannah. but she disappeared, and i followed her, and we watched "cabaret" in the lounge instead. which was fun. the movie is markedly different from the play, to great effect. adam and i discussed their relative merits (he thinks the movie is far superior.)
yesterday i did a lot of laundry and not too little reading and listening. enough, i think, i hope. ester and i went into the city for eight mile, which turned out to be a really good movie (i'll let her elaborate), and maybe an even better state-of-people conversation on the train. too-long sac meeting with interesting contributions from sbc jeff, and nice little encounters with joel and benjamin zapped my time, so i didn't finish the recommended article i wanted too, but it wasn't that helpful anyway.
she could have been the belle of ponderosa
but that was not the fat man's plan