Monday, February 17
the weekend, now that i think about it, was pretty eventful. the big news, if you haven't heard by now, i'm sure you will soon. my hair got cut, thanks rebecca - i asked for a trim and it's rather more; most people seem not to have noticed, oddly, since it's pretty striking to me, but those who do say nice things. on saturday alyssa and i went to qüb for some perfectly acceptable bubble-tea and cucumber maki (congratulations are in order to atanasiu and fellow entrepreneurs.) then to the rjd2 show at haverford. that was awesome. sweaty underground (literally) hip-hop, nestled between laundry room and a mightily impressive student-run cafe. it was almost like an actual party in an actual place. and rj is a phenom. he took a really smart approach to playing the stuff live - seems like he must have pressed special "instrumental" versions of his tunes for the tour which lack some of the samples and hooks on the original, so that he could then mix the sampled records in live. sometimes he had 4 turntables going at once. no doubt it was partly because i could watch his hands the whole time, and he was about five feet away from me - but i enjoyed his live set tons of times more than dj shadow's this summer. the crowd seemed to be about half swatties. i came home to some surprises as well.
liza's looney lear just gets more and more exciting - i get to be helicoptered (right?) wwf-style, goose-step a stilt-chase through an imaginary labyrinth, eat someone's apple to death. we did about eight sun-salutations in rehearsal yesterday, which was a little ironic. oh yes - as you know, there's a lot of snow about. i wasn't even thinking in terms of blizzard until i made it to sharples yesterday afternoon, just, as rebecca said in the morning, "it's pouring snow." and beauty-ful. i'll refrain from poetry - others have taken care of it. strange - it's coming down mostly powdery, getting right in my pockets and up my jeans as i slid down from the elephant tree today. there was sleety-hail for a while, then briefly fluffy. then it stopped and started and stopped. apparently, it's supposed to start up again in a little while. i want it all.
one more thing: jolly's bollywood party (shoulda been dubbed jollywood) was a great success, in a ridiculous jocelyn way. yummy pakoras and bombay sapphire; amy, joc and sis in pink saris. i was there for a good 2.5 hours, most of which i spent as default dj (phil didn't show). i only had a small handful of cds to work with, and even fewer that i knew: midnite vultures, the lonely robot, do you party?, phrenology, and greatest hits from james brown and prince (1). luckily, those are like the party essentials, so it was no problem. even if i was the only one dancing most of the time. [one moment of pure beauty: the sudden-folk outro of "milk and honey" in perfect sync with the a cappella intro of "7" - w/o headphones mind you.]
tonight is quiet. i pick at picking up my room. haven't glanced at semantics yet. millions now living will never die. a nice little chat party chez timin, who (it makes me smile inside) turns to my mixes for comfort in these times of valentines disaster.
from the splinter in the hand
to the thorn in the heart
to the shotgun to the head,
you've got no choice but to learn to glean solace from pain
or you'll end up cynical or dead